Rethan frowns at seeing bodies on the floor, even more so when he realizes one of htem is still breathing. "I know this is a mausoleum," He says dryly, "But aren't the dead bodies interred in such usually...a bit less recentliy dead? And...more appropriately interred? Not just dropped in the corner?" He moves over to the woman to check on her, waving Morph over as he does, since the other man is clearly the more knowledgeable for the situation.
Morphand Rethanfind no weapons or other items on the hooded bodies. Upon casting Healing Light, the woman's wounds mostly close. A moment later she sits upright, shielding her face with her hands and gasping for breath. Her gaze falls upon Morph, and then Rethanand Maland she doesn't recognize any of them. This comes as a relief and she lowers her guard.
Then her eyes open wide. "Holiver!" she croaks and crawls across the dusty floor to the next nearest body. Finding him dead, she sobs as she cradles his head. "Those bastards."
After a few minutes of letting her grieve, she dries her eyes and nods to the adventurers, seemingly in thanks. "If only you had found us sooner," she says, looking at Holiver. "I am Vaelle. Five of us came here to retrieve the key. A magical stone of some type. We found no trouble, so Arn and Seffia had to make some. They killed Holiver. And Kaeth," she says, looking at the other body. "And they tried to kill me as well."
She sobs over Holiver for a few more moments. "Those bastards," she says again. When she looks up, it is with a steely gaze through her drying tears. "I think I know where they took it," she says. "An old windmill in the South Ward where we would meet to worship." She grits her teeth as she makes her bargain next. "If you can heal the rest of my wounds, I will lead you there."
Vaelle looks Rethanafter wiping her tears. "We are worshipers of Asmodeus," she says flatly, as if it was obvious. "One of our members left the stone here for us to retrieve and take to a safe place. Supposedly it unlocks a great treasure. Great enough to kill for. Who would not want that? As for Seffia and Arn, I won't defend them. They are greedy and cruel and always have been."
Mal will walk back towards the entrance to keep watch (perception: 4)
After checking the surroundings, he will point finger surreptitiously at Morph and cast message.
To Morph: "Like I said: cult. Oh tumult! That rhymes. Oh, right. Helping her. Not sure we should. Seems they were dying to get in there - not sure we should follow suit. Can we trust anything she says? Should we not trust her for any reason? I can make sure she is telling the truth if you give me a few minutes alone with her. Just give me a look if you want me to come back in, will you?"
Tituswill cast Divine Sense to examine Vaelle, as well as the rest of what he can see in the catacombs, including the bodies of the deceased. He listens to her tale and does his best to listen for any signs of dishonesty.
Vaellecalls from down the hall, "It's the windmill just south of Caravan Court." When everyone turns to look at her, she is standing with her fists clenched. "I really would rather stab them in the throat myself. But I will find my vengeance another way, if I must." She looks down at Holiver and stifles a sob. "South of Caravan Court. You can't miss the run down piece of shit windmill. You'd best hurry, though."