Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the Northern Shore

She very much doubted that Ymara was speaking the truth as her facial expressions and the way she stuttered told the shifter otherwise. She didn't understand the human was being sarcastic. Standing up from the floor, Cecilia dropped the stick to her side and made her way towards the passage, not fearing it the way Ymara did at first. 

"I am definitely joining you." She chuckled, observing the passage before entering. The shifter didn't understand why Ymara needed a weapon, there were no signs of danger from what Cecilia could smell or hear. "There's nothing with a pulse inside that I can hear." 

Turning her focus back towards the human, Cecilia gave her a smirk. "But to be safe, you should take the silver jewels off so I can attack anything that could bring us harm."
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

Ymara let out a dry chuckle. "Unlike you I can't just transform into something else, so excuse me if I want to keep my guard up." Glancing behind her, she added, "Although I'm pretty sure that the stick won't do much good. Or bad, for that matter."

"Traps don't necessarily have a pulse either and they could kill you.", she turned, "- as soon as I spot anything where your eagle might bring us an advantage, I'll unlock those."

Advancing further, she noticed that the gateway widened, slowly but surely getting illuminated by a torch on the wall. How it had gotten there or how the fire kept burning, she had no idea. Finally, the narrow path opened up to a circular study, not too dissimilar to the one they had just exited. A huge desk dominated the room, on it were numerous scrolls and pieces of empty parchment. A chandelier stood on the edge of a small drawer to the left and cast shadows onto an impresssive wooden chair, with the armrests ending in carved out lions.
Ymara let out an almost silent whistle of appreciation. 

"What do we have here?"
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the northern shorew

She had a point. At times, Cecilia would forget about how fragile a human could be. She was just thankful that if they did find themselves in danger, Ymara was willing to set her free. Though she would most likely save herself while Ymara was forced to deal with what ever threat they faced alone. It was a habit she couldn't rid herself of. 

Once they approached a similar room to the last, Cecilia's brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the area surrounding her. She separated from Ymara and began her own search, doing her best to find something that would give her an understanding of the room they found themselves in.Unfortunately for any scrolls she found, cecilia was illiterate and found it difficult to read words that weren't pronounced the way same way they were written. She had the knowledge of a child when it came to reading. The only time she had ever learnt how to read was when she worked for the pirate king. "Usually people with secret rooms have something to hide."

She wasn't about to tell Ymara about her lack of ability to read, finding it embarrassing as everyone else she knew was able to.
John
Not Really A PC Lmao
Just Off the Northern Shore

There would be a bunch of scrolls over legends of the sea, with little crossed out bits and corrections in a strange form of Arabic, usually reserved for scholars. There would be a whole section of scrolls in pictograms though. Well I say scrolls but they were more stone tablets, covered with old seaweed and almost faded with water exposure. Obviously hauled from the depths of the ocean. There would be 5 scrolls of a weird color. If approached it would be clear that they were written in parts of the body. Shifting Skin, Beating heart, Breathing lungs, Thinking Brain and Twisting Muscle, each left alive by some profane ancient magic and enlayed with solid bone. The words would shift occasonally giving a glimpse of something more. They were arranged in a runic pattern, best not to disturb them right?

There would be an excess number of doors in the room. 4 for each cardinal point of the compass including the one they came out of. That was the northern point. The North Star guides us home after all.
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

Ymara followed Cecilia's example and proceeded in inspecting the room. Out of habit, her right hand went to her head, for some reason the lack of hair surprised her, even now. Sheepishly, she withdrew her hand and found itself back at the clasp of her bag. She withdrew a slim black staff, almost 12 inches in length. Her wrist made a flourishing motion and from the cap of the staff protruded a small, spiked sphere. Satisfied, Ymara held the staff about an arm-length in front of her, alternating between pointing it to the walls and floor. Better safe than sorry. 

Curious as she was, Ymara looked over at the different scrolls. Arabic, that much was clear. And while she had profound knowledge of the language found in and around the Middlelands, her grasp of other tongues was scarce. She'd picked up bits and pieces of other languages spoken by the people near the harbour but that was it. There had been instances where she'd been coached by Xion, a beauty from the far south. But those "Lessons" Had usually ended in Ymara hanging from a beam in one of the warehouses, trying to read scrolls upside down while Xion had talked and trailed kisses down her back. 

"You're right. Those don't look like anything I've ever really seen before. The only thing I can gauge from them is that they've been here for a long while." Almost subconsciously, her voice had dropped to a whisper. "Knowing the big guy, they're probably records for blackmail. Or maps for treasure hunting."