Urik abandons stealth at the sight of the empty room, clearly seeing there's no one there. However, the Rift was certainly something immensely strange to him, having only heard about them in legends. Looking to Herrik for reassurance, Urik holds his dagger up to his chest, ready to react against anything that might meet him as he approached the rift.

"[color=8882be]Yim, eh? Seems like our targets know a thing or two about magic after all...[/color]" He grumbles to himself, glaring at the rift, trying to look through. 

With a deep breath, he finally reaches the doorway to Yim, standing outside of it warily. Does he really need to go in? An eager prod from Herrik tells him yes. Sighing, he tightens his grip on the dagger, before backing up, and diving into the rift.