“Ah... Um...” Rose takes a quick assessment over everyone before piping in saying, “Before we go any further... Let me heal you all...” If given the time, she clasps her hands together in prayer.

Prayer of Healing - Level 5 - 30

Zafpe snorts, cracks his knuckles, hops in place a few times, and then winds up for the greatest Donkey Kong Punch of all time in preparation of busting down the gate.

....

After Rose finishes her prayers of course, which he joined in at some point grinning and clapping his big monkey hands for ambience.

Athletics: 14.

.... Annnnd like hurts his big monkey fist with the first attempt.

Zaf does indeed fail to break down the door.

Sera gives it a go.

Athletics: 12

If helped: 30

Seraphina smashes through the door. 

Area C5.

The muddy trenches tear a gaping scar through a field of headstones and wooden crosses at the northwest corner of the prison camp. Upturned bone from centuries of burials crunch underfoot, hidden beneath the packed snow. Only a single creature is in this area. It's using an oversized shovel to unearth a skeleton from a grave marked with a tombstone emblazoned with a large “M,” intensely scrutinizing each new discovery. 

Zafpe hooted his approval, and followed in after Seraphina. An idle curiosity as much as a sense of protectiveness kept his head on a swivel from then on, or at least until the strange creature entered his sights. Whether the others were discussing what to do next, or had already been in the process of doing so, Zafpe trundled his way closer from off to the side, eyes narrowed, but otherwise maintaining a non-hostile stance. If able to get close enough, he huffs and lowly hoots at the creature, his head having been lowered to be closer to eye level with it. All noise to get their attention so that he he could get a closer look at them. Then, as if struck by some vague sense of intuition, the albino giant ape gestured over to the closest tombstone then back to the creature, before cocking his head to the side.

Sera clears her throat, lowering her sword so the point is touching the ground but still watching the creature cautiously. "Um...hello?"

The small creature stops shoveling and turns around. "Hello. What brings you here?" It says, not caring about the commotion that it obviously must have overheard, as it possesses ears.

Jirel had quietly kept her sentry position for the most part, though with a giant albino ape close by, they appeared to be the protective one today. And with her head in the clouds, seemed to have missed an opportunity to smash open a door. She’d follow after Sera taking the lead. When the little creature would ask her question, the goliath would grunt the logical answer. Logical to her anyways. “A magical hut on stilts.”

"Leetle grandmother's hut?" The creature says, a smile forming on her face.

Not really understanding the words, but believing the smile to be a 'good' thing, Zafpe grunts and nods in agreement with whatever was just said. He even threw in two thumbs up for good measure with a smile... before then remembering to be protective, taking on a stern expression once more.

Sera nods. "That's the one."

"So would I be correct een assumeeng that you are here to help her?"

Jirel would look to the others for confirmation before nodding. The hut helped them, they were helping it back, right?

"Yep." Sera adds her verbal agreement to Jirel's nod.

"I can help you. I know of the one who wants to take Leetle Grandmother’s throne, who now lurks een the church-but-not-the-church, far, far away, between here and the land from which I come. And I know of the comeengs and goeengs of the one who built the anchors of the world."

Sera nods slowly. "Okay. Your help would be...greatly appreciated."

"Thees man, Veektor Miloslav, he was a genius. The only man who could create the World Anchors for Rasputin and make them work. But he repaid Veektor's hard work weeth treachery and had heem keeled to keep the secret. And he separated heem, body and soul, just een case, to make eet more deefeecult for any potential saviors of Baba Yaga." She  points to the burned-out barracks in the inner courtyard (area D3) and the Cossack camp (area E1). "Those are the locations where hees body and soul are located, weeth powerful monsters guardeeng them. Defeat them, breeng hees body and soul back to me, and I can breeng heem back so that you may ask heem how to destroy the World Anchors."

 Zafpe scratches his head at all the mumbo jumbo being thrown around at this point, and grew perhaps even increasingly frustrated. Taking her pointing however to mean 'go there', the Giant Ape gives up part way on trying to understand anything else, and got off its butt to head to the burned-out barracks(D3); presuming at that point that all would be made clear once he got there.

And if not, he could always smash the remains of the barracks until satisfied.

“Retrieve body and soul. Got it.” Jirel would nod once more to the little creature, heaving her axe onto her shoulder. She appreciated the directions. The barbarian would watch Zafape lead the way, standing back to allow the now more quiet than her individuals to go ahead. She’d take the rear.