Rubin, suspecting a trap, swims towards the landing, but tries to get a look without entering any area of light.

Perception: 14

You can see a passage leading away from the landing.  There doesn't appear to be any other way to go on land, although there's a narrower canal heading off in another direction.

Tyde urges the boat toward the landing since that was their original destination anyway.

"Hello, who goes there!" Tyde calls out before looking at his companions, "What? After that skirmish anyone nearby knows we are here."

Xanranzan and Sorak, you hear a faint voice calling.

"Now I'm not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but I could've sworn I 'eard some'n! Could be--" Xanranzan, a tall, muscular human, or humanoid at least given that his skin appeared to be made of some type of cloudy ruby quartz stone finely sculpted in the likeness of a man, and bear eyes the solid color of citrine quartz,  stopped mid-sentence hearing the voices. And not the aggravated voices of their captors, but faintly new ones to the sharp-eared man.

Left to his skivvies, or the next closest thing since being captured, the ruby haired earth genasi looks frantically around once more for anything that could help attract more attention. "Don't suppose you got the 'touch' for sending people signs of where ya are, would'ja?" He asked his cellmate. Then he calls out again, "Over here! Let us out!"

(What are the other three doing?  Are you heading towards the voices?)

Yes, I think once we make the landing and disembark we are going toward the voices.

"C'mon everyone, follow me! I think there are hostages or prisoners or people who need help at least." Tyde will hurry toward the voices.

Rubin moves towards the voices, but stays in the unlit areas of the tunnel as much as possible as he does so.

You all turn the corner, and reach an iron door.  It's locked on the outside with a latch, but it's easy enough to open and no traps are discovered.

Inside, a half-dozen straw pallets covered by threadbare blankets are spread out on the floor, and a cask of water leans against one wall. A dark, slit-like window looks out to the west.  Two figures are chained against the wall, both unarmored.

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(What are the other three doing?  Are you heading towards the voices?)

Kethra would head with Mr. Tyde and Rubin to the voices. (EDIT: Wah you beat me to it.)

"Let's look for the keys to get them out."

Tyde searches around the area.

Perception: 15 

"And maybe they had armor or supplies and stuff."

"Ain't no maybe about it, my uh, friend? Boy are you lot a sight fer sore eyes though. The name's Xanranzan, fer what it matters." Xanranzan said, greeting Tyde and Kethra with a smile. "Don't mind tall, tusky, and silent there. I think they were more rough with bring him in than me." 

(Small amount of retconning magic)

Tyde remembers he found a key on one of the bodies, and that it's probably for these chains.

"Xanranzan and... huh, friend I guess. Well I found this key on one of the reavers and it looks like it fits the chains. Let's see how lucky you are." Tyde tries the key with hopes it will work and free the prisoners.

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"Ain't no maybe about it, my uh, friend? Boy are you lot a sight fer sore eyes though. The name's Xanranzan, fer what it matters." Xanranzan said, greeting Tyde and Kethra with a smile. "Don't mind tall, tusky, and silent there. I think they were more rough with bring him in than me." 

While Mr. Tyde frees one guy, Kethra puts her hood back on as she steps out of the shadows and tries to break the chains on tall, tusky and silent.

Athletics: 18 

Rubin steps into the light to give a short greeting to the prisoners.  He then glances to his companions.  “I’ll keep an eye out for any more enemies...”  He then fades back into the darkness, invisible once again.

"This is one way to free you, Xanranzan." Tyde says as he unlocks the chains with the key.

"And that's another way." Tyde steps back as Kethra flexes on the chains holding tall, tusky, and silent.

"I'm not one to judge one way another, my new found friends." Xanranzan grins as he rubbed at his wrist and cracked his joints on the spot. "You know when I thought those skeevahs got a hold of me, I half figured that'd be it fer a bit there. Not too pleasant a thought to have lingering in a place like this. At least--" He trailed off there frowning for a second, but then he shakes his head and smiles.

"That can come later. I don't suppose you took care of the rest of their lot? if not, ya'll wouldn't happen to have a decent blade I could on to? At least until we find the rest of my things. And, uh.. not to look a gift Bulette in the mouth, but who are you folk?"

"My name is Tyde. Here, you can use my dagger for now." Tyde hands Xanranzan his dagger."

"Did you happen to see which direction they took your stuff when they locked you up?"

Tyde looks back the way they came, "We took care of the lot that was guarding you back that way." Tyde gestures behind him.

<Sorry every one. Lost the track of the thread.>

Sorak Darkblade, the half-orc mystic warrior, sat cross legged in his cell stoically meditating and ignoring the current predicament of his temporary incarceration. His massive form, even in such a restive position, took up the majority of his cell. His eyes flashed open revealing distinctive yellow irises. As the newcomers entered their cell area, he stood in one fluid motion. His supple muscles moved with cat like grace, and his bared skin were crisscrossed with a plethora of scars from his days in the gladitorial pits.

As the human female entered his cell and reached for his manacles, snapping them open with ease. Sorak raised his left eyebrow in clear surprise at her feat of strength. He flashes her a toothy, tusk filled grin. He introduces himself, "Many thanks! Sorak Darkblade am I. In your debt am I, friends. Saddened to hear you say the reavers are slain. They have affronted my honor. I wished to discuss this with them."