The tailor, not understanding Draconic, looked around for the source of Sophie's message but didn't comprehend it. Nonetheless she made herself scarce during the interrogation, hustling her daughter into the back to clean her up. Before she did so, she took Aleena by the shoulder and pointed to the large picture of a silk-shirted man, with dark hair and a grand moustache, that was hanging on the wall. "Kline doesn't look exactly like that, but it's close. You know he'll take you apart, right?"<br/><br/>Evan found himself in... it couldn't rightly be called a wine cellar because that would have implied that wine was stored there. There were empty bottles a-plenty and it looked like the fate of two cakes was sealed, having been eaten except for the last slice with each of them. There were tiny little squares of paper scattered about the floor, too small to have any writing or really be useful in any way other than throwing in the air and watching them rain down like snow.<br/><br/>He didn't spot any traps in the room (sensible enough, who wanted to step on a trap while they were having a party?), but he could hear a metallic clanking coming from further in. It wasn't regular, was something moving?<br/><br/>Lauriel, meanwhile, got an eyeful of a bunch of spiderwebs lined on the walls and ceiling. Many tiny spiders that skittered away when she took a step. There were several small bottles sitting on the floor where it looked like they had been hastily put down when the alarm was sounded. Still no traps, which was positive, but out of the corner of her eye she could spot movement from further into the dungeon.<br/><br/>Each of them could hear the footsteps of the people in the shop above; the acoustics for it were<em>lovely</em>.<br/><br/>"Do what you wish with my body, foul rogue," the bandit lieutanant said, twisting in Sophie's grasp and testing Lauriel's bonds, "I shall tell you naught!"