Reimian Empire

— I don't know, I don't know... — The thief lost all composure, sat in the corner, and hugged her knees. — It's better not to do anything... Maybe someone will help us.

At first, Tristan really followed his companion's advice, but after a couple of dozen minutes of sitting motionless, he realized how destructive this idea was. They could only die or go completely insane, but definitely not escape.
-- Okay, enough moping. We need to go. No one will help us if we don't help ourselves.
Maybe now he can open other doors? Tristan approached the red one and tried to open it.