He's a little wary, to be sure, but giant spiders usually did not have humanoid torsos where he was from, and the other creature appeared to be, well, too tidy and nice to be some sort of a dragonspawn abomination. It's probably fine.

Which is all the more reason why this setup leaves a poor taste in Ferroc's mouth. Here he is with someone he's just met, and the disembodied voice wants them to cut each other up? This was worse than the gladia trials.

"Have you done this before?" Ferroc glances at Elcin over his shoulder. He manages to unscrew the door handle, but the door still does not open, apparently held in place by magic, and he angrily spits on the ground with growl. "What happens if we fail the task?"