With the hood lifted, Cladmir was finally able to see the newcomers, and while the assembled group struck him as a strange lot, it was infinitely more welcoming than the faces of his captors.  He wanted to say something, perhaps a word of gratitude or simply to introduce himself when the one who removed his gag stepped out of the room and urged everyone to move on.  A thought then came to Cladmir's mind that he was still chained, and perhaps he should mention that, or the fact that he still hurt all over, but instead what escaped his lips was driven by a primal urge that overrode all else.

"Food.  Do you have any food?"

Jaq watches a lockpick appear in Joe's hands which he is then handed.  "I didn't know you could do that.  Very helpful."

He will head over to the prisoner and begin trying to unlock the chains.  How many locks will need to be opened to get the prisoner free?

14  Lockpicking

He will continue focusing on the locks intently and ignore the request for food at this time, knowing time was of the essence.

Cladmir sees an elf, not a drow, but a high elf with blondish hair and green eyes move up close and start working on getting the lock on the chains picked open.  

However, the elf is wearing the same leather armor his drow captors had been wearing.  And he has a drow hand crossbow hanging from the armor's waist.  But he also has a longbow hanging over his shoulder.    While working on the lockpicking, he looks at the prisoner's eyes for a moment, "Hi, I am Jaq.  We'll get you out of here."  then he goes immediately back to working on the lock.

The two cuffs fall loose against the wall and the man's arms drop painfully.

The large dragonborn squeezed into a slightly small breastplate extends a steadying hand and holds the prisoner upright.

"Um, Cap'n, you think you can do that magic cleaning thingy?"

((I don't recall if we had the foresight at the time, but could we have grabbed some less perishable food from the librarian's level?))

Joe nods and uses Presigigitation on the prizoner so that they are clean.  "Ah'm sorry, Ah donnae have any food on meh.  Do ye know anythin' about this place?"

((You could have grabbed some food but it was mostly a food amalgamation so it was hard to discern what would be less perishable. Also you'd be carrying it in your hands unless you had a better container, which I don't think you did?))

((Any rations we found on the drow?))

((They weren't carrying anything food like but they all had water skins that you could have recovered.))

Lurn shuffles a moment, then the one-armed firbolg conjures a set of ten Goodberries (Or, well, his holy equivalent), and presents them to the captive, "I don't feel good about using up magic better used on the drow, but I would feel terrible about abandoning a person.  Eat only one at a time, or you're like to choke with how they behave.  Might as well share some around, some of us are fairly injured, and they provide a minor recovery."

((1hp per goodberry eaten.  Lurn's still at 36/48, so in pretty good shape, guessing others will need healing more, even if it's just a handful of hitpoints.))

Freed at last, Cladmir slumped to the ground in relief.  Not trusting himself to beg for food and water again if he opened his mouth he simply gave a respectful nod to the green-eyed elf who freed him when he suddenly found himself staring wide-eyed at a large dragonborn in a breastplate who offered and hand and pulled him up.  Before he was able to process what was going on he overcame by a strange sensation and he found himself suddenly... clean?  Or at least it seemed clean?  By the Gods!  Is this magic???

"Ah'm sorry, Ah donnae have any food on meh.  Do ye know anythin' about this place?"  said the being that casted the spell.

Cladmir felt the hope inside dim slightly at the question -- so he was not safe after all.  He himself was stranger to this land, part of a mercenary company who traveled by sea only to avoid joining a supremely unprofitable and a bloody conflict, and it looks like in the end he was all that was left.  No, he realized, he know practically nothing of the land, its politics, its people, or this awful place he found himself in.

• "No.  Sorry,"  answered Cladmir dejectedly.  "But is that a water skin you have?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure is! You able to manage it, or you want me to hold it for you? Go slow... I'm Kroshav Xjindraakvar, sworn paladin to The Fist of the Five. We followed a golem here, this used to be a library, you know!", the gold dragonborn says, gesturing at the raised fist motif on his shield as he offers the waterskin, holding it if the prisoner needed help.

 "Ah be Capt'n Joe Average, thou Ah be a capti'n only by me name.  Ah be an arch'lgist n wizard tryin' ta find artifacts n treasurrre.  But instead we found spid'rs n drow."  Joe conjures a quarterstaff for her size and gives the prizoner the club she was using.  "It ainnae much, but it should help ye walk n fight in a pinch."    

Joe looks around, a bit paranoid.  "We should hurry befer tha drow get ta us."

((The goodberries will feed you well))

A dragonborn paladin!  thought Cladmir as he looked at the shield.  

"I'll be ok, may thanks," replied Cladmir with a slightly awe-struck tone as he reached out with both hands to receive the water skin.  Taking a few small sips he quickly analyzed conditioned of his body.  It was not good.  Besides the hunger and thirst and cuts and bruises all over the body he was missing half his pinky and several of his toes.  Fortunately the missing pinky was on his shield hand, but the missing toes would certainly impact his mobility for a while even when they stop hurting.  He could tell, however, that the group was anxious to move on.

"My name is Cladmir... ah Sir Kroshav.  I'm but a humble soldier of the... ah well, I supposed it's just me now, but I still thank you and your companions for my rescue.  I'm afraid I'm not as much help at the moment but reckon I'm still pretty handy with a rapier, or a sword.  I've also had experience handling bows and crossbows as well."

"Lurn, Gravetender cleric for Lord Kelemvor.  Sorry for my bruskness, friend, but we don't know when the drow will arrive, and I'd rather get the drop on them this time.  Chew a goodberry, it'll fill your belly and maybe ease a little of your pain.  Just stay safe until we can get some weapons from the drow for you."

((@Forever, been fairly lax on component requirements, but I don't think Lurn has any berries for good berry?

@Cladmir, roll history/religion check for knowledge on the Fist of the Five.))

Mikram says in dwarven,

"Get'm up and let's go."

((Sprig of mistletoe, but don't we both have our shields with our holy symbols embedded?))

((Crap, double yes. Forgot about that, again. Carry on Lurn.))

((Also, would you like to check the inside hallways as you go to check the SW quadrant or continue on the outside corridors? Jaq explored most of the outside of the of the NW but you'll go by where you stashed those drow, some of whom have armor and weapons still.))