Kardur seems torn between going and staying.<br/>"Going off alone won't accomplish much good, that's true. But I'm worried for Samedi as well. She's far too reckless without someone to watch her back. Splitting up at this point doesn't seem wise... I'll trust Samedi to survive and keep strong. We should leave something for her in case she comes back, and go find your sorceress friend like you said. Following her marks would go faster than going out and searching for Samedi without a clue. Damn girl, where are you?" He eventually decided to go along with Hunter's plan, though he insisted on leaving something for the barbarian in case she made her way back while they were gone. He still was in a very bad shape and likely couldn't hold his own in a fight for long, but at least he was an extra pair of eyes and ears for Hunter.<br/><br/>Moving along the arcane marks Bree left, the pair eventually came to the cave where she was ambushed. With the path markers she left stopping there, a throughout search of the area revealed signs of a fight, though any ammunition or dropped items have been carefully removed from the place. There are still impact marks on the walls and ground where crossbow bolts hit and bodies fell. Any more information than that however, would require a skilled tracker.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bree was dragged and carried through darkness, pulled by her ankles, hair or whatever her captors got hold of. She could only make out vague shapes, perhaps a dozen or more similar forms resembling her attackers, a blur of voices around her as she was left on the ground that felt unstable even now. Soon someone stepped in front of her, and after forcing her jaw open and shoved something cold and sharp into her mouth. After some more more senseless noise around her, the blade eventually withdrew and didn't cut out her tongue... for the moment.  Instead they bound something around her head, a piece of cloth or leather, she couldn't tell with a knot in the middle that would fill her mouth, preventing her from forming any syllables, not that she could do more than writhe and moan at the moment. A heavy boot came down on her delicate hands a minute later, and she could feel a distant sting of pain at the edge of her awareness even as she saw her fingers standing in unnatural angles once the stomping was finished. Once they made sure she was unable to cast any spells again in the near future, the duergar forcefully stripped the half-elf naked, and locked her in stocks with a chain serving as a leash coming from the contraption and binding her to some kind of animal. Before the seemingly endless march begand in the pitch black and cold tunnels, she could feel small, sturdy hands feeling and groping over her body, but she couldn't turn her head to see anything. Somewhere in her clouded mind, Bree could tell she was being enslaved, and her future didn't hold any bright adventures and heroics any longer...