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[My Name is Immaterial]

The group splits; Adrik, Arwen, Johanna and the latest addition, Brother Cian, performing one last sweep of the cavern.

Adrik, Arwen, Cian, Johanna:
They pass through an empty guard barracks, and then into a chamber on the left. This one is large, and mostly empty, except for a few overturned boxes, broken pots, scattered coins, and small gems, abandoned in a hasty evacuation. There is a single cultist sleeping soundly, surrounded by several bottles of wine.

Mirella:
The woman doesn't break her perpetual glare. After a minute of the group having left, she raises her hands to her mouth, and tips them back, her looking questioningly.

[Culise]

As the others left, Mirella listened for any sound of battle.  When the sounds of combat didn't rise up from beyond the spell's range, Mirella relaxed slightly.  At the cultist's hand gesture, Mirella cocked her head slightly in question, then remembering the silence spell, allowed it to lift.  "My apologies.  Would you care for some water?"  Pulling out one of the waterskins, she watched for the woman's response; if it was affirmative, she moved to carefully place it in the woman's bound hands so she wouldn't drop it.

[My Name is Immaterial]

She gives a grunt to the affirmative and takes the waterskin without so much as a 'thank you'. She downs a large gulp before handing it back. In the mundane silence after, she breaks her glare for the first time since she was captured, scanning the room.
After a moment, she returns her gaze to Mirella, speaking in a tired voice. "How much are they paying you?"

[TheBiggerFish]

"Well then."

[Culise]

Mirella tilted her head slightly in thought, not quite sure about the thrust of the query.  "Pay hasn't really come up much, though we've received a few dozen platinum.  We were caught up in your attack on Greenrest, and so," she gave a slight smile, "here we are."

[Dwarmin]

"Shh! Let's just take what we can get our hands on and get out of here. I'll keep an eye on snoozy over here."

Action: Prepare to knock the cultist into the land of greater dreams if he wakes up

[My Name is Immaterial]

Mirella:
"I'll pay you that again if you leave your knife and step into the the other room," the woman says with a poker face.

Adrik, Arwen, Cian, Johanna:
The cultist probably wouldn't wake up for anything less than being attacked by a howling monkeybee, he's that drunk.

[FelixSparks]

"I say we take him with us. Maybe he'll be more cooperative than the woman... She seems shifty." He picks up some of the coins and jewels, making a note to divide them amongst the party later. "If they aren't going to use these, we might as well.... I wonder if there's any wine left?"

Arwen prepares to tie up and transport the poor drunk, and checks the room for notable coin drops and any remaining wine.

[TheBiggerFish]

Welp.  Meticulously search, you never know what you'll find hidden in some debris.

[Dwarmin]

"Carrying two of them around seems to be risky. Also, he's obviously not...very high up in the chain of command? I doubt he knows much of use."

[FelixSparks]

"Hey, soldiers hear things. Never know what he might know. Besides, we could always put him to work rebuilding Greenest for the trouble he caused."

[Culise]

Mirella shook her head slightly at the offer, faintly amused.  "That is a kind offer.  Unfortunately, we would not receive the answers we actually need from that, so I'm afraid I must decline."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Adrik, Arwen, Cian, Johanna:
The party is getting lots of rope tying practice today, and swiftly binds the cultist. It takes a little longer to loot the room, but it is successful, to a point. The total value of the debri of any value is a minute 16 gold dragons. Still, it's something.
Towards the end of the search, garbled sounds drift through the cave towards the group. It takes a minute for anyone to recognize it; it's the sound of battle.
(Brother Cian's Perception, with Advantage: 10 15+5)
Brother Cian can make out the sound of reptilian shouts, screams of pain, and metal clashing with stone.

Mirella:
She shrugs. "You won't get anything out of me. Let me go, or don't, it's the same results, except my way, you get paid."

[TheBiggerFish]

"...Well then."

[Tawa]

The elf speaks up for the first time in a while. His voice is shaky, as though he is weary of more violence.

"A-a battle... yet more foul, reptant menaces...?"