Gajpl addressed the two they'd freed, her nerves having calmed a bit, and therefore she was a touch more polite than when her heart still throbbed form the rush of battle. "I don't think that the others would have brought your valuables into the room you were going to be held, since it would be far too foolish of them to leave your potentially lethal gear so nearby." She scratched the back of her head. "Even the stupidest of demons wouldn't do that, and so I say it's safe to assume they've put all of your equipment in a trove of some sort further into the place."<br/><br/>As she said those words, the recently freed cleric cast her spell, and was rewarded with knowing what path to follow until she reached a room with doors in the mos unimaginable places, where she was given a couple of mixed signals. There were six doors that said they lead to where her armor was, but they then stopped upon leaving and before going any further.<br/><br/>The barbarian woman then nodded courteously to the two, and introduced herself. "I am Gajol Gru-Mabus, and am more than appreciative of the help of others. I will do my best to make sure you can recover what's been taken, especially considering how important it would be to your safety."<br/><br/>Her sword taking a slightly more relaxed position, Gajol said, "Since I'm certain that we've all more than one chip in our shoulders over these beasts,  we should make posthaste and slay them while they are still disorganized. Come," and began to walk up the staircase, though she was not running with the fervor she had when she'd heard the going-ons of the torture chamber.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>