Jirel may have been slightly curious about what the guards could be saying and to whom. But when Tylaerys sets the path ablaze, she’d simply ensure she’d have her axes and would just lumber after the group. 

     Eyeing the foul smelling tub full of corpses, Finn audibly "Eww!"s.  She is NOT poking around that if she doesn't need to!  The common room appears empty... but with what was a small hole now a wide, gaping opening Finn has a suspicion where the people may have gone.  Darkness not being her friend, Finn find a rock or a piece of scrap (from anywhere but the bathtub of gore) and casts Light on it before chucking it into the hole...  She waits first to hear it land and see if there is any audible reaction before she dare try to peek above the edge of the hole...

Finn, your light passes through the opening and illuminates a catwalk, overlooking a vast open space.  The building next door appears to be a large warehouse.  There a no lights inside (other than your little rock).

"Where could the girl be?" Tylaerys asks quitely with a quite worried tone. "She can't be far right?" She adds, looking between Finn and Jirel for some reassurance, then looking around to see where Yeashil reasonably could have gone.

Perception: 12

     "They've really expanded that hole," Finn says pointing.  "Seems only reasonable they headed that way."  With that Finn starts looking for the way up onto the catwalk. 

"We should hurry, the girl might be in danger." Tylaerys says quickly and quietly, clearly worried now Yeshil now.

(If okay use perception roll above to scan what is beyond the hole. :-)

Striding through, if she passes on by the tub of bodies Finn ignored, Jirel would pause for a double take. With a grunt, she'd look and maybe poke around for any live ones or items worth noting or grabbing. Other than that, she'd wait to check on Jararaka before continuing on to lumber after the other two in search of the little one.

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Striding suddenly into view, Yeshil flicks back her hood. She doesn't make eye contact with any of her companions, but simply plays with the point of the dagger, slouching against the wall or railing, forcing herself to act nonchalant and casual...

Oh, hey guys! How did you go? I got captured by about a dozen cultists, but they're all dead now. Oh, and I took this.
And with that she tosses a book to Tylaerys (maybe a little too firmly).

With Yeshil back, the party is together again.  Jararaka plods up the stairs, breathing heavily as her adrenalin has worn off and the pain of her many wounds is catching up with her.  She tosses a coin purse with 60sp onto one of the 3rd floor tables.  "Nothing down there but some clothes and a few coins they abandoned when they bugged out.  Oh... you found the kid, I see."

"Or the kid found you!" Yeshil retorts. "What happened anyway? I thought you'd only come and fight if I got in  trouble..."

Finn insight into Yeshil to see if she's on the level about killing a dozen cultists and returning to the party:  8

     "Well done, kid" Finn says with a smile, either buying the story or not caring that it is exaggerated.  ((Prolly buying it with the 8...))  "But dead cultists tell no tales, as they say.  You learn anything from them first about what they were doing here or where more of them may be?"

     As the group hastily caught each other up as to what exactly went down (or the version they are telling) Finn admits she learned nothing worthwhile.  "Still, more dead cultists isn't a bad thing...  We should look to getting out of here without passing by the Flaming Fist outside, though.  I scrambled out a window last time, wasn't very glamorous about it though.  Maybe we should exit through this other building instead..."

((I'm assuming we're basically out of combat now and basically this scene is done?))

[Yes, this combat seems well over and done.  As for this scene, that is entirely up to you.  It did sound like the Flaming Fist were still outside the front door to the flophouse, but there is likely an escape route through this makeshift third-floor door.  And failing that, Finn has already gone out the bathroom window once... why not again?]

The young blonde half-elf breaks out in a relieved smile as Yeshil comes into view. She barely gets her hands up to catch the book she's thrown, taking a quick glance on it's cover before looking up at the others. "Have you checked the place out then? No sign of Frulam Mondath?" She asks Finn and Yeshil who had been inside the cultist hideout a little longer than herself.

Jirel pops a brow when the Little One would so casually make her claim. The giantess was suspicious at first, but honestly, she had no reason to not believe it since Yeshil was here, had a dagger and a book for Tylaerys to review. So the probability of it all just made her more grumbly. If she were the kind of warrior to count bodies, the Little One would be ahead of her. It felt ‘shameful’ like a competition between an elf and a dwarf behind on count. Jirel missed a lot of the fight and smashing, so maybe there was a bit of pouting behind those grumbles. She waits for confirmation from Tylaerys’ questions before adding another. “That a dead end then?” She gestures from where the Little One came from. Jirel assumed they weren’t going back through the flame hallway, to the barricaded doors to rendezvous with the guards. 

(Insight for giggles: 9)

 With more false bravado, Yeshil replies: Nah, no sign of Mondath, but that book should help make some things clearer. Haven't had a chance to read it myself yet.

Then turning back to the dark building she says to Jirel (but half to herself): I don't know where this leads - I didn't get to see too much of it - but I'm certain it's not a dead end.

With the girl's answer, Tylaerys again looks at the book she is holding, starting to quickly flip through it's pages, curious over how it will make some things clearer. She wasn't sure how helpful it would be to track down Frulam Mondath but she had had the impression it was important to Yeshil and Jararaka. She wasn't sure she fully believed the girl's claims of killing a lot of cultists, more likely she had tricked them and snuck away, which was impressive enough for her. The girl working for the Arcane Brotherhood still made Tylaerys a bit uneasy though, but as far as she could tell their interests were still aligned.

"Do we have the strength to explore further ahead then, or should we quit while ahead." The young blonde silverscaled half-elf says, looking up from the book again and around at her brave but battle worn companions. "I suppose you wouldn't mind seeing some more fighting before we call it a night?" She then says quietly to the blonde giantess at her side, giving her a playful nudge at her waist. 

[The book would take a little while to read.  You can either spend 30 minutes here reading it, or save it for later.  I am posting the relevant information here, since I have it ready.]

The book Yeshil provided appears to be an untitled journal.  It seems to the 3rd volume (the first page is titles as such) and it recounts the innermost thoughts, triumphs, and fears of a member of the Cult of the Dragon, who signs each page with the initial 'B.'

This journal was just recently started, picking up in the days immediately following the raid on Greenest, in which this cultist took part.  It recounts how he was elevated to a rank called 'Dragonclaw.'  This was a source of great pride for B, though from its description it seems to be among the lowest ranks in the Cult of the Dragon, placing him only above new recruits and lackeys.

Later entries detail their travel to Baldur's Gate, the occupation of the flophouse and murder of its occupants to secure it as a temporary hideout, and several days waiting in the city before the can move on.  

The latest entry is of most interest.  It was dated this morning.

The tension among our ranks has become palpable.  Lady Rezmir, our esteemed Wyrmspeaker, has apparently grown uneasy with our prolonged stay in Baldur's Gate.  Everyone is on edge, with concern that hunters could be lurking in the corners of every room we gather in.  I overheard one of her lieutenants, say he had never seen the Lady so agitated.

This morning, word spread that she has decided to ride ahead, flanked by a cadre of her most trusted bodyguards.  They departed with haste this dawn, carrying urgent news, a selection of the most prized treasures, and several VIP prisoners whose identities are known only to her inner circle.  The sight of her departure was a grim reminder of the gravity of our mission and the perils that lie in store.

The rest of us are to follow with the bulk of the treasure "soon," though no specific timeline has been shared.  This lack of detail gnaws at me.  I can't help but worry that something dire looms on the horizon, something significant enough to unsettle someone as formidable as Lady Rezmir.

A nagging fear festers within me - the fear of being left behind.  In this vast, ruthless enterprise, each of us is expendable, and the thought of being deemed surplus to requirements is terrifying.  If such a fate were to befall me, what would become of my hopes, my ambitions within the Cult?  I have dedicated myself to this cause, to see the Dragon Queen rise ascendant and share in her glory... and the prospect of abandonment chills me to the bone.

Yet, what could be so threatening as to cause Lady Rezmir herself to fret?  She is a figure of immense power and fearsome repute.  If she harbors doubts, then we are indeed walking a perilous path.  I must remain vigilant and ready, for the days ahead promise challenges that may test the very limits of our resolve.

For now, I keep my eyes and ears open, ever watchful for the signal to move.  The bulk of the treasure awaits our departure, and with it, our destiny.  I can only hope that when the time comes, I will not be left behind, and that whatever awaits us, I can face it with the strength and valor that has brought me this far.  I will not fail.  I am sure of it.

T.

     "If we don't explore further ahead we may have to deal with the guards we left outside," Finn reminds.  "Besides, if Yeshil killed a dozen any who are left are surely fleeing."

     That said, and with her light already partially lighting the way in the next building, Finn begins climbing through the created hole.  She herself hopes to face no more opponents, kind of surprised she is still alive actually, but she figures the next building surely has exits that won't have a couple (or more) Flaming First guards waiting for them to exit.

     "C'mon.  Read the book later when there's not a tub full of corpses scenting the air, eh?" Finn encourages the others and then begins exploring ahead...

The only thing ‘wounded’ on Jirel was maybe her ego or her pride. She hadn’t a scratch on her while her companions were significantly worse for wear. She didn’t do that great of a job protecting them from harm. “Sure. Got pent up energy worth releasin’.” The giantess responds to Tylaerys’ nudge. It’s not that she’s trying to find a fight to pick. She’s just iincredibly restless and uncomfortable with the fact her companions are, and can be, wounded, and there’s nothing she can do about it after the fact. The best thing she can be is a meat shield. So when Finn, one of the most wounded decide to take the lead, Jirel would grumble a little with a huff. Therefore she’d hang to the back once again to watch the groups back in case any one comes through from their rear, and because she wasn’t sure how awkwardly she’d fit in such a hole.

     "No, no, no," Finn insists upon seeing Jirel hang back.  "Get up in front here!"  Even as Finn is saying it she sre-casts light on her off-hand sword and uses it to make sure Jirel can see the best way to climb up.  The hole is wide open now, Finn doesn't think it would be that difficult for Jirel to climb through... And would be fun to watch anyway.

     "You lead the way and I'll light it, eh?" Finn offers.