Kain felt the effects of Marcelin's magic and turned to the mage. “Keep it up my good man! Just maybe leave out the part where I was almost lunch!” Kain's laugh echoed through the stone halls as he continued to walk out in front of everyone. 

When they came upon the barred up door he stopped and crossed his arms over his chest, listening to Clarisse talk about the dungeon and its ability to shift. “Quite fascinating. But there is no point waiting around! Let's move ahead.” Kain braced himself against the beam and the ground, straining to lift the heavy beam himself. He grunted as the beam slowly started to lift from its perch, the mortal god dropping it on the ground once it was free from the door, dusting his hands together. “Alright. Shall we enter?” 

The question was rhetorical as he stepped over the beam on the ground and pushed the doors open, stepping inside the next room without a care in the world it seemed.