Keirr, puny stick in hand, slid down from the tree. "I will go in," she told herself, "I don't care if I could die... I will." Mustering all her courage, she walked up to the door. "Go in, Keirr. Just open the door..." The door, which was about twice Keirr's size, took some strength to pull open. Finally, when they did open, Keirr needed to make a choice; either find the meeting place, or lay low and hope something would become clear. "It's all about risk versus reward, and I'm going to find the meeting, whether I die on the way, or not!" she muttered under her breath. With all her energy, she started to make her way around the place, very quietly, which was odd for Keirr, as she was never good at stealth. Another door stood in her face, this was was much smaller but still intimidating. She hesitated, she wanted to open the doors, but fear was consuming her. Instead, she softly banged her stick on the door, hoping she wouldn't interrupt anything. She tugged on a string of her dress in nervousness, tying knots relaxed her. "Good luck..." she told herself.