You peer into the room and see the drow priestess is stroking a giant mandible. It becomes increasingly clear that the drow priestess is gently caressing a giant spider hiding behind the altar.
As everyone regroups, a bell rings throughout the outpost three times exactly. The priestess turns towards the entrance to the shrine everyone is hiding behind. "Good, looks like they've driven off those demons." She pats the spider gently and makes her way around the altar before seating herself in front of it. She is currently facing away from the door and does not yet seem to have noticed the party gathering at her door.
Cobalt grimaces. "Aye, let's get yer stuff back then."
The dwarf slinks into the room, beckoning the others, up to the back of the drow woman. He grabs her by the hair and pulls it back whilst sliding his dagger to her throat.
"Don't scream, dark elf. My blade isn't the only one on ya right now. Jorlan sent us, said ya'd help us get free of this damned place if we help ya look good fer a promotion. All we need from ya is the location of my companions' magic focuses, and yer silence as we leave." If the spider approaches, Cobalt will tighten his grip and hiss, "Call off your pet, or this'll get very nasty."
((... The Drow Priestess fails her insight check dramatically. Very nice. Off I go to purchase new dice.))
The Drow Priestess gasps in surprise but quickly stiffens when she feels the cold steel against her neck. It only lasts for a moment, however as she quickly regains her composure. The spider chitters behind the altar but otherwise doesn't move - possibly sensing the danger the priestess is in. "So the madman finally did it." She says slowly. She seems to be rooted to place, though a successful Insight check of 15 reveals it is from fear rather than actual confidence. "Though I know not why he mentioned my name, I have had no part in his plots. It seems his treachery knows no bounds even in the Underdark.
"Free your blade from my neck and I will tell you." Provided that the party does so, she breathes a sigh of relief and stands to her full height. She points to the rope leading further down the spire inside of the shrine. "Take that down one level, not two. The commander of this outpost prefers to keep trophies from any captured parties. I surmise your equipment is inside her chest. Though I would hurry if I were you. It will not be long before our wounded are brought before Lolth." She gestures then towards the statue and a devilish smirk crosses her lips. "Unless you would prefer to stay and be slaves." She turns to look at each of the group that she can see before finally stopping on Bezel. "This one perhaps might enjoy it."
A slight movement at the corner of his black glowing eye and he hears a whisper, her voice, urging him to strike now, to blast the defenceless drow. She will betray you, fool... the seductive voice whispers. Almost succumbing to the fell temptation, the torn tiefling barely manages to marshall his will-power sufficiently to throw off the compulsion.
Bezel raises his violet glowing fist at the dark elf's taunting words, and for a moment the eldritch glare brightens as though about to be released. Then, with a sudden shake of his horned head as the seemingly conflicted tiefling growls out a denial, the summoned magic and accompanying transformation fades. Appearing tired but once more himself, Bezel mutters in the drow's direction as the gaunt, bronze-skinned man walks towards the rope,'
"You wont have me... us. You wont have us! Your kind and the other cruel monsters of this realm are slaves enough to the darkness.
After considering the drow's words, Cobalt removes his dagger and steps away from her, drawing his crossbow again. "Time t'go fetch yer gear, ladies 'n' gentlemen?" He asks with a grin, loading another bolt into his weapon.
In the glow of violet energy, even the priestess looks afraid as she realizes the line she just crossed. Death here had not been on her agenda. When the light fades and she sees that Bezel has become slightly more unhinged by her words a smile dances upon her lips. "Yes yes, slaves to darkness and soon you will be as well. Best of luck, surface dwellers." It's said with an obviously sarcastic tone. But as the rest of the group that had previously been hidden steps out from the shadows her smirk is instantly wiped clean from her face. She watches you leave without another word said.
The next room is ornately decorated. Black mesh resembling a spiders web extends from a central spot on the ceiling towards the outer walls and then are draped down like curtains. Thick, woven mats cover the floor while a low platform is covered with cushions and pillows to make a broad, divan-like bed. One side of the chamber contains a small table and two chairs, while the other holds a small shrine to Lolth, draped in white silk. A heavy chest of black-stained zurkhwood sits at the foot of the bed. Otherwise, the chamber is empty of life. Though the occasional skittering of a small, tiny spider can occasionally be caught in the corner of your eyes.
Bell catches the fear laced between the Drow priestesses words ((Passive Insight 16)) but a quick glance over to Bezel and noticing something... off, gets her to keep her beak shut until she leaves the premises. When she does leave, she places a gentle claw on the tiefling's thigh and gives him a warm smile before speaking in the voice of an aged old woman, "You did the right thing, dear."
When they descend into the room, Bell could be found gravitating towards and staring at the shrine, her feelings towards this Goddess in particular fell into an ill category. She was tolerant to those who worshiped different Gods, she didn't expect everyone to follow her one, but Gods like this left a bad taste in her mouth. She pulls her attention away from the shrine, to the chest the Drow had explained that might have held their equipment and looks it over to make sure it didn't have any traps of some sort.
Bell quickly looks over the chest and doesn't seem to find anything of note. But Nam catches a glint in the keyhole of the socket, reflecting off what little light there is in the room. There is definitely a trap in the chest, a thin needle that would likely spring out at anyone who tried to open it without the key. It's hard to tell what's on the needle, but given the Drow's proclivity to use poisons, it's not hard to imagine what's on the needle.