"Not if we find evidence of your corruption first, you mercenary scum! I mean, I'm not corrupt, and the truth will out!" The priest can't help but stop and shake his fist at these scum and retort. 

( It should probably occur to both groups that they are making a fair amount of noise at the moment.)

Krikoris con save: 18

Krikoris winces and takes a moment to try and regain his sight. "Wait, stop, hold on please. I may just be lost again, but if they were coming to get something they knew was here, why would they have fallen through the ceiling instead of coming the way we did? And can we try and be a little quieter? Just in case that army of mercenaries back there, or whatever may be living deeper in this old place, comes looking for us? Here, I'll start. My name is Krikoris, I'm still fairly new to this island. These are some friends that I've met here. We're looking for... something? I'm not really sure to be honest, but they seem to know what they're doing. Who are you and how did you end up falling through the ceiling?"

Gajesh continues to keep himself ready to attack since this other group had already shot an arrow at him. Not being used to talking with humans still he turns to Rushdi to let him do the explaining if it is possible to avoid further fighting. 

"... Are you saying you're after those mercenaries, too? Gods' mercy, you bunch of addlepated goldfish! Poor Gajash didn't deserve that! We aren't with the mercenaries, we're here to stop whatever trouble they're brewing up." Rushdi pats a bunch of dust off himself. 

Mal drops his aim. "Oh! I'm so sorry, po - we thought everyone down here was with the mercenaries. I'm Malambing, I started out as their guide but I'm sort of new to life outside the city, which is why I, uh..." Mal looks down at his shortbow with an embarrassed glance and stows it quickly. 

Cinta looks to the others before unlocking her arm again.

"Well, Malambing, you should be sorry! And you - a local who knows- being down here? That's just poor judgement. Not that I'm much better."

"Did you say your been attacked? Is that what you meant? What's happening down here exactly?"

Rushdi is a babbler when he gets excited, apparently

( Feel free to describe your characters briefly so everyone can get a good visual set in their head.)

Rushdi is a short, dark skinned man with dark, straight shiny hair in a bowl cut. He wears his robes well, and has an amulet/necklace distinguishing him as a tiger shark priest. 

He looks fit and his eyes have a piercing intelligence, but he does not look like a warrior. 

Gajesh is wiry but still looks solidly built enough to handle most situations, standing slightly above most humans when he is standing up straight. He has green scaly skin with a few missing due to scarring. Around his yellow slitted eyes he has a bit of tribal tattoos. He has spiked growths that travel down his back and along his tail which sticks out three or so feet behind him.

As for his outfit it consists of a nothing much more then enough animal hide leather to cover his lower body and hold several pouches of various things he has collected. He has a few pieces of jewelry made from animal bones namely a necklace that holds various animal teeth and claws.

Gajesh Appearance

Krikoris is of average height, perhaps a little skinny, his half-elven heritage shows up in his beardless face and slightly pointed ears. His hair and eyes are both a fiery red. His pale skin has faint markings, almost like scales. He wears simple traveling clothes in muted colors and carries a pair of daggers on his belt and a simple crossbow that looks like it's never been used.

Turning to Rushdi, "Wait, a local who knows what? Do you know each other? But yes, we were attacked by some soldiers down here last night. It looked like they had been torturing locals, though for pleasure or profit I'm not really sure. We think they have some association with at least some priests, that's why my friend here over reacted, sorry."

Mal is a Merubat youth, barely seventeen summers, with a wide grin on his deeply tanned face and an unruly shock of black hair that defies gravity. He wears a sarang that may once have been green underneath a leather vest that looks like it was made for a larger individual. He carries pouches everywhere, and has a shortsword tucked into his belt, but no scabbard, a dagger tucked into a boot, but no socks, and a short bow with some wretched looking arrows wrapped in a threadbare blanket. 

"Like I said, I'm sorry, po - we've seen dragons, dancing skeletons, rich kids stuffed in cabinets, and all sorts of other horrors, so I've been a little jumpy. Maybe we should stick together as we continue? We'll split anything we find with you, of course."

Cinta Yuliani Lestari is a not so distant cousin to the Orang Bunian, the major difference being that she is extremely pale with piercing ice blue eyes. She is wearing highly polished studded leather and her trusty pike is held in a brass colored prosthetic attached to her right shoulder. Her white-blonde hair almost has a luminosity, reflecting what little light in the room, her flesh arm is bare except for a simple bangle and a strap of leather and she wears tunic bottoms with a pair of well worn boots.

"Well, all the locals know this place is cursed. I'm surprised you've found so much... Activity. The builders of this place left the blood of their slaves- our ancestors- in every crevice. As for priests... I was afraid of that. I have to see it myself. I would appreciate traveling together to look for him." 

Rather than looking shocked or horrified at the idea of the place being cursed and built on blood, Krikoris seems to take it all in stride, "Together it is. Is this place actually cursed, or is it just rumor? Just seems weird to have built such a grand place and then abandon it. Back home, when a dragon got bored of its palace, it simply destroyed it and had another built, not just leave it."

"No dragons, this was all people. And it is most definitely cursed. The people who built it don't exist anymore..." 

(feel free to correct me DM, but I think I got that right)

Dressed in ornate orange robes with red and white trim and her red hair braided using white cloth,  Khutulun is an Orang Bunian. Her cloth bound hands hold a spear and over her exposed arms and neck can been seen intricate geometric patterns tattooed over her skin.

"I am Khutulun"

Gajesh moves to sit down and pulls several things out of a pouch at his side. As the others talk about a plan to travel together, he begins to mutter in the guttural language of his people. It is clear that he is doing a ritual, taking a while longer to perform the ritual for Detect Magic 

"We should keep moving and have our pleasantries later," says Cinta with a matter-of-factly tone.