Quitxi manages a look into the room; as predicted, two men stand at a table, covered with coins and other minor precious items, most likely loot stolen from the townspeople above. They appear to be, of all things, accountants, or some variation, thereof, keeping note of everything there, sorting it, separating it, and arguing over some sort of 'tithe' they keep mentioning. They're too engrossed in their work to notice the creak of the hinges; if they do, they likely think it's one of their gang members, passing by or through, and pay it no mind.