Piro's examination revealed the two dead creatures to be a Marilith Demon, and a Barbed Devil. The two of them bore marks of a fight, but their weapons had been removed, though their ruined bodies remained behind, left to be where they were. While the Barbed Devils should be relatively common in Hell, the Mariliths were not, they belonged to a more Abyssal realm and to find one here meant there might be others. Hell and Abyss had a long history of bloody wars with one another, but most of those conflicts were ancient history.<br/><br/>The sight of the cauldron brought in the reminders of the stories of the Lethe river where souls were washed clear of their memories, to forget all they were, and leave them in their damnation to suffer all eternity without even remembering where they came from. It was supposed to be a river running through Hell however, not liquids boiled to the point of rising up as smoke. At least it was ascending high above rather than blanketing the group of them, but the sheer potency of those waters might make them dangerous in their own right.<br/><br/>Baudhiel's glance around revealed a bit of magic used in the locks of the beasts cages, as well as the weapons the group had been given. All but the clothes that Jia had received seemed to hold at least some measure of magic in them, but whether it was an owner's mark or a more lasting enchantment seemed difficult to tell. The place around them had reinforcing magic embedded into the walls and the gates, strengthening the materials to at least twice its usual hardness, making the place one that would be a horror to attack with intent to breach the walls or break the gate. There were animation spells embedded to the spikes along the walls, so climbing over them might have been a risky gamble by its own right.<br/><br/>There was also a pair of spell visible to her gaze, one near the entryway to the complex itself, and another at the middle of the hounds cages, a circle with connecting lines from it spreading out to the individual cages.<br/><br/>A simple alarm spell in the doorway would have warned anyone beyond it if the hounds could be passed somehow, where as the circle between the hounds contained a simple 'open' spell tied to them and the magelocks on the cages. An unfortunate soul stepping there might have found themselves the day's meal from the looks of things.<br/><br/>The cauldron's contents were clearly toxic by the sheer aroma near the green smoke rising from it, and standing close she was risking her health though a few inscriptions became clear in the base of the cauldron.<br/><em>"Let the Lethe remove the stain of your past, but try not to inhale, or you might forget how to breathe."</em><br/><br/><strong>"Shut your yapping trappin's you lazy muts! I'll skin each one of your asses and make a quilt out of it if you don't shut it right now!"</strong>A pale figure emerged from the entryway, dressed in rags that looked like they had once been a robe of an arcane caster, shackles on his ankles holding his legs close enough for just small steps to be made in them, his wrists locked in shackles but the chain between them snapped, allowing him to move a bit more freely. He held a bucket of wet flesh in one hand, a whip in another, and seemed shocked to see people in the courtyard.<br/><br/>His skin was white as snow, his hair likewise without a color, his body where visible riddled with long cuts, his nose broken and one of his eyes completely white while the other at least retained a pale blue pupil to it.<strong>"Oh Fuck..."</strong>He cussed, dropping the bucket and looking ready to flee.