Farraige up until now had been observing silently, peering at the door with a certain contemplative curiosity. His gaze darts around for a moment when Rose knocks, grip tightening slightly on his staff. When nothing comes of it other than the door reacting, he relaxes if only a little. The seeming action of light doesn't go unnoticed by Farraige, prompting a little experimentation of his own.

"Seems to be reacting to spoken word. Less so if we address it directly." He pauses, glancing back to the others. "Perhaps it's listening for a certain word? Or might be drawing upon our presence here."

Sorry Rose, he's less excitement and adventure and basically going full wizard given they don't know what awaits them.