A total of ten wooden and iron doors line the walls of this long hall—five doors to a side. Each door bears an identical inscription on its face, as does the blank wall at the western end. Only the easternmost door to the north seems to have a different inscription on it—this door is also caked with a sheen of frost.

"Thassilonian? What do the inscriptions say? The western wall must bear some sort of path, given this setup, but the frozen door is more mysterious."

Yanor takes some time to translate. "Every door except the frozen one says 'Thou wouldst enter? Then thou must touch!'. The frozen door says 'Thou wouldst enter to enjoy the company of the Runelord of Lust herself? Then thou must touch!'"

"There's a magical trap on the frozen door."

Is Yanor actually translating these into an older dialect of Taldane because they're Thassilonian and therefore old. That's adorable. What a delightful translation convention. (Also, lust was correct. Unsurprising.)

...Best to recognize it. She grins, apparently involuntarily, before speaking.

"Good to know! The frost did rather imply a trap. Can you seek the mechanism for opening the wall? I will investigate the magic in the area, and perhaps one or the other shall prove informative." Detect Magic.