“I heard that, I don’t have big ears for nothing”. Ankita checks the area for traps, and if there is none, she picks up the moonstones and bag of beans.  “Don’t you worry, I’ll share.  Anyone know anything about this bag of beans?”

Investigation for traps: 4

Ankita - You don't find any traps.

"Beans?  What do you they do, make your farts magical?  Make it so that you can play an operetta when you toot?  Hah!"  Remi walks over and goes to the eastward door, listens at the door and checks it for traps.  

Perception :  16 

Remi - As far as you can tell there are no traps present and the door is unlocked.

“I can identify it for you later. For now, we should continue to our final door. I’m excited to see what magical wonders await us behind it.” 
Samuel will use identify as a ritual during the next short/long rest. 

“Thanks Samuel” and she puts the items in her bag.  She exits the room and follows Remi to the door, “farts magical?  Is this ideal? Something you are looking for, Remi?  This ritual is foreign to me.”

All - The walls and floor of this room are covered with streaks and splashes of dried blood. Two dangling bodies are shackled to the east and south walls. One is an elderly male human; the other, a young female gnome. Both are covered in bloody gashes, and neither is moving. In the middle of the room is a sturdy wooden chair with a bloody whip draped over it. A bucket half filled with salt sits on the floor nearby.

Remi goes over and picks up the whip, puts it on his belt.  He then goes over to check the gnome, looks for signs of life.  Unconscious?  Or dead?  "Are you awake?  Speak to me!"

Medicine :  14 

Remi - The gnome's eyelids flutter weakly and her eyes take a moment to focus on you. She is conscious, but barely. In addition to her obvious injuries she appears dehydrated and starving. The man is dead and has been for about a day or so.

"Where are those keys?"  Remi will move to unshackle the gnome, bring her down gently to the ground, gives her some water slowly from his waterskin and half a ration, slowly.  "Easy now, come awake, tell us what happened here..."

Damian had been holding back on the sarcasms for a while. He heaved another breath of relief as Ankita actually did not set off any traps while investigating the sarcophagus.
"Just don't use the beans until we know what their purpose is Ankita." He says patiently.
As they discover the torture victims he moves up to the elderly man and checks his pulse, careful to not to get blood on himself.

Medicine: 12

Groaning from the noise, she'd stir to consciousness.  Tilting to a vertical position, the red-headed gnome fluttered her eyes, attempting to open them after such a peaceful rest after the past few days she's been having, truthfully she was mildly bothered by the yelling with the furrowing of her brows.   "I'm up, I'm up...  Le-"  She'd pause, opening her fairly large grey eyes up to the adventurers.  Her face was gentle, but showed signs of exhaustion and dehydration.  She only wore tattered clothes that looked filthy and soaked with blood from the wounds underneath. 

"Huh.."  A gasp would escape, surprised.  She'd lean forward and accept the water gratefully and quickly, drinking as much as she possibly can and panting upon finishing, relieved that help seems to be here.  She'd take a nibble of the ration before speaking.  "I uhhhh...  I was in the Lower City.  I was heading to the Shrine of Suffering and i was knocked out.  And I woke up down here...!"  Her voice would crack and eyes would gloss with tears.  "Please, I need to get out of here!  They torture and interrogate people down here!  The man over there just died last night..."

Damian - The man is dead and has been for about a day or so.

Ankita walks up to the little gnome, "Please take your time.  We will not leave you here, but catch your breath, drink some water.  When you can, please tell us your name.  I am sorry this has happened to you."

“Since we still have no idea where Rah’zher is with the previously rescued captive, perhaps we escort this one with us? That is assuming she is capable of walking with us after a moment to recover. I would hate to lose another companion.” 

The gnome would take another large gulp from the waterskin, breathing slowly, trying to dry her tears despite being shackled.  "Ranala, Ranala Garrick."  She'd look around the room to gaze upon her rescuers; thank goodness for gnomish darkvision.  She looked to be a fairly young gnome.  Light complexion with some faint freckles upon the bridge of her nose and cheeks.  She looked to have an average build but looked a lot thinner from her experience down in the dungeon.  Her hair was fairly messy and disheveled, red and tied-back in a long braid.  Dried blood, cuts, and dirt adjourned her face, her lip swollen with dried blood caked on the corner of her mouth.  "Thank you for helping me."


Sitting with her back to the wall, she'd speak again.  "I think they were after my notes.  They took almost everything I have to my name."

"The Gnome is correct, this one has been dead for about a day or so." Damian comments callously. "We are tasked by the Flaming Fists to exterminate any cultists of The Dead Three down here. Coming with us could prove dangerous but going back up yourself even more so." He says to Ranala like expecting her to make up her mind on this.

She'd look up at the young man giving her the offer and again to each of his compatriots.   After pondering her situation she'd look to Damian's fellow human companion and ask, "If you can get me out of these chains and hand me that whip, I feel I can be of decent help to you all given my current condition."

"Good, let's get you out of these chains now." Damian says and motions for Remi to pick any locks holding the gnome. "I am Damian, Damian Ravenshade."
You notice Damian is a young handsome man with a somewhat haughty expression. He wears an exquisite red mantle over a red cotton shirt embroidered with small intricate black symbols, black pants and black high soft leather boots. He has slick black hair in a short ponytail and piercing gray eyes. On one hand he wears a plain signet ring but on the other a thin golden ring inset with a small but enticing ruby. He carries a well made black leather shoulder bag by his side but does not seem to be armed. Everything about him seems remarkably clean and tidy although his shirt has a scorch mark. As soon as Ranala is out of her chains Damain gives her the whip and one of his thin daggers. "You´d better take these if you are to be of use to us."

”I have a flail in my bag or a spare dagger if either of those are more to your taste. I’m Samuel, by the way. Pleasure to meet you, although I do wish it had been under better circumstances.” Samuel will then Prestidigitation Ranala clean of all outward signs of her torture, a friendly smile on his face.