"They're back in the cavern, come along.." The formerly bound 'sacrifice victim' lead the two heroes along to a cavern at the back. There was a large cage with 3 other women waiting within it seemed. There was also a large pantry and storage with food, water, robes and a variety of other goods there. Many doors were rusted shut and showed attempts to open them up. The place was built under a lake, and it was obvious the place was wet at times,  lot of wood was rotten, a lot of metal was rusted there.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, for their efforts, the group had survivors, soon clad in some of those robes for some modesty, and they also had what was found among the spoiling or half-spoiled goods stored in the back there. A chest of silver, and a box of little bloody red rubies. The dagger was light and easy to carry, the shard embedded to its hilt so that it seemed hard to get out of it without violence. Nonetheless, it came along without a real fight, easily carried by the monk.<br/><br/>It took a while to get back to the border of the town, but as they were arriving, they were met with a grim sight. Smoke in the air, a broken wall section, and blackened ground around the walls. There were people around at least, carrying dead and wounded alike. Bandaged folks whimpering at pain, and several buildings blackened, marks of a fire raging showing in many places. There were some folks outside the walls, laying dead. Clad in blue armors carrying the signs of sun rising, or setting, in a horizon. Tower shields. Breastplates and splintmails. Longspears, spears, short-swords. There were even a few dead horses in sight, any living ones were likely already inside the town.