Gabriel's magic brought out aweak whimper from the elven woman, she appeared to be alive, but from the looks of it, she wished she wasn't. The painful beating and the lethal stabbing looked like she had been left to dry and die in the cellar there. Inside the room, Gabriel could see bones. Human bones. There had likely been other victims here before too then.<br/><br/>The other woman in the cell next to hers was none other than Maria Shadecliff's maid, naked and beaten, and based on a quick look, there was a chance she had been molested during her captivity as well. The woman had a bit of age to her, looking her face up close, but she had aged very finely, a woman that looked quite young before you saw her face, those eyes holding unmistakeable charm to themselves.<br/><br/>There were two hatches on the floor to somewhere below, but neither even budged, thick steel and seeming locked in a way that Gabriel could pull on them all day and not move them half an inch. It was doubtful if even the troll upstairs could just rip those hatches open. Worse, there was arcane seals on them.