Raffey stared at her a bit incredulously. She sure talked a lot in what he was sure was somehow a dangerous situation. He kept getting that feeling of impending danger without actually seeing the threat. He agreed with her, why would a magical, well, anything magical, be unguarded. Surely it had been discovered in recent times. Unless whatever was on the other side was dangerous enough that it needed no guarding. He hadn't moved the instant she'd said not to, and readily handed over a javelin, watching what she intended to do with it.

He drew another javelin, peering over her, studying the room. He probably could scale the walls with a lot of effort, though Drache could obviously fly out. Looking back toward the portal, he studied the glowing, mushroom like objects. They seemed to be moving, ever so slightly. He saw them moving in unison, as if a wind were constantly blowing past them. Or that it was alive. He suddenly began to distrust this entire situation, and he adjust the grip on his javelin ever so slightly, further readying himself for what he felt was very immediate combat.