You return to the spot on the wall, and a ghastly voice calls to you from the nether.

[color=goldenrod]"You know, only becoming more closed just means that you're not willing to trust others, right?"[/color] The voice was the familiar voice of Aithwale, in his more sane and civil form, and sure enough, the transparent body of him was available for you to see off to the side, in the demonic fires you noted earlier. [color=goldenrod]"Shame, really. Two others took death with open arms here."[/color]