"We'll keep our eyes open fer sure." When the little mage woman latches onto her waist, the monk blanches for a moment... but she gladly returns the smaller woman's embrace once she realizes what's happening. She'd never have thought it a week ago, but she's starting to enjoy having a partner on her travels, and she'd been genuinely worried when the hall had fallen silent. Especially given the cultists apparent penchants for spontaneous explosion... "Fer now, though, there's a lady who's probably more'n ready ta get out o' the Snakehead's binds."<br/><br/>As they make their way back up the stairs, the monk slips the Snakehead's dagger into her waist-band, letting the dagger cut through the cloth a little to keep the blade away from her skin. No sense in cutting herself worse than the cult leader's attacks had, or in a more awkward spot. Plus, she has a feeling that seeing someone new approach with the glowing sacrifice-knife is a good way to give the poor girl at the top of the stairs a coronary.<br/><br/>"Alright, Miss. Sorry it took us a lil' bit, but we're here ta help ya." The monk tries to give the woman at the the altar a mollifying smile as she moves close and examines the area in a bit closer detail. Hopefully, the dead man will have a key... otherwise, she's going to have to go wade through the ichor around the Snakehead. "Can ya tell us where tha rest o' the prisoners are bein' kept, by any chance?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception check! 1d20+9= 28</div></div>