"If she wants to leave," the naga says as her flush dissipates, "She's welcome to- I won't stop her. Have<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>ever tried regurgitating something from all the way down there?" She points halfway down her length, to the bulge Ambrosia makes in her tail. "Even if I could, it'd be... it'd take a lot longer than her just crawling out on her own." The captain looks around again, not moving. "Mostly just weapons, and you seem to have pretty good ones on your own. I don't use the things, myself, it simplifies my life. There's a few things- money scattered in people's draws. Some magic darkness dust and  one of the guys had a potion he was saving for a 'real' fight, but-" She shrugs, nodding at the bulge in Gorun's stomach as Albali goes about healing him. "The other long barracks should mostly be low level acolytes, not much of a threat there. This time of morning, the Sisters will be in the main hall bossing around a few acolytes to get set up for morning worship, with the high priestess probably still in her own quarters. Maybe down in the cave, trying to give the kids another 'lesson'." The naga rolls her eyes.<br/><br/>From the barracks' doorway, Albali's probing senses can't reach most of the other building across the way; in the parts she can sense nearest her, there are no magical auras present.