Which door?

Erik found the room they stood in oddly cold, even for the north. With the two doors begging to be entered, he was put off by the choice.
"The atmosphere here is rather off putting. I do not believe it matter what door is chosen, both lead to our eventual doom."
To Dyvia, the choice was a bit overwhelming. Erik's words did not help either, creating a small well of panic in her mind.
"Erik, the sort of shit is not needed right now. Whichever door is chosen, I will follow Balar."
Kespin looked at the doors in turn, rubbing his chin as if deep in thought.
"Caligari, I do believe I saw this door once. A bar in the Southlands, it provided the best support for over five hours of romping. Don't remember the poor chaps name, but I will say I firmly preferred the female body after that."