@booksmusicanime@Jollan

Following Dremmick's lead, Morgan brandishes her own blade, prepared to back up her comrade in case an ambush awaited them in this newly opened room.Multiple simulations played through her mind as the seconds ticked by.

Chalm sat patiently as the others snooped. No doubt he wanted to no more than to solve this mystery, but he was going for a different approach, scanning his surroundings for any trace of activity before them. With the light being dim and the power of his sight hindered do to the darkness he was drenched in, unfortunately he was not doing a good job.
"Your friend, she has enemies outside of the guild yes?"

@manapool1@ShadowVentus@Jollan

"Possibly. She's never told me much." Ris mumbled, opening her eyes and going to join Dremmick and the others.

Behind the door that had been opened was dark and the smell of rot wafted from the room. The light barely lit up the room but it was empty of people. The smell of rot was coming from the many boxes of what seemed to be fruit in the room.

Eli rubbed his chin, slightly confused. " when was the last time you guys seen her?" He asked. Gao huffed "geez, we gotta catching up to do.."

"Hmm, just a bunch of rotten food. How long has this place been abandoned anyeay," Dremmick wondered aloud. "Last we saw her, she stormed out of the guild," he replied, "so naturally we followed her but the trail stopped here."

"Maybe we should try another door?" Terra asked, her head tilted slightly.

Dremmick nodded and moved to the next door, opening it in the same way as the last on. "Here goes," he said as he opened the next door.

After opening the first door to see that there was only rotten fruit within the room, Morgan decided to take on a different approach to these various doors. Instead of being near Dremmick for their next door, the young tactician went ahead and moved on to the third door and braced herself for opening that one. Perhaps the unveiling process would go a bit faster if she helped in this way. With that thought behind said in her mind, she goes ahead and opens door number three.

@Jollan
The door Dremmick opened the room this time was lit by a candle in the center of the room. The candle casted an eerie glow over the bones that were littered across the floor, the room smelt of human suffering and death.

@ShadowVentus
Behind the third door was another stairwell that was faintly lit by low burning candles in their holders. It was unknown where the stairwell lead to but there was the faint sounds of machinery and underneath that was voices.

Dremmick felt distant upon the oppresive feeling of the room. it was an all too familiar feeling that he wished not to stumble across. with a shake of his head as he closed the door he turned the the others with a more stern voice than normal. "There is great evil in this place. If she is truly here than we must find her and bring her back as soon as possible."

Terra met up with Morgan at her door seeing if she truly heard what sounded faintly like voices. "well, it does sound like we arent alone."

@booksmusicanime@Jollan

"That's a relief. That means there's still a chance Cilia is down there. As for who's heading down these stairs...ladies first!" Morgan uses the dimly lit stairway to her advantage, turning into a shadow and traveling along the walls, hoping to catch any possible enemies by surprise.

@ShadowVentus@Jollan

The farther down the stairwell brought the low rumble of a man's voice and the awfully familiar voice of Cilia. From the sound of the steady cresendo of their voices it seemed as if they were arguing. At the bottom of the stairwell it opened into a large room. A majority of the space was taken up by machinery, easy to hide behind but there was one wall clear of machinery to be covered in bars. It was there that a large, buff man stood and behind the bars was Cilia, looking a little worse for wear but alive.

@booksmusicanime

"Alright. Time for a sneak attack!" Morgan says in her mind as her shadowy self moves toward the man, leaping from the shadows to uppercut the man in the face.

Terra instantly went to help Morgan, withdrawing her crystal to its original form and preparing it for its 'theif' variant to subdue the man's powers. Instead of Ander's punch to send it forward, she gracefully swept her hand forward, making the crystal seem to shoot out from under her large sleeve before fading into transparency.

"Whats up?" Dremmick said to Cilia as he passed her. Not wanting to use or reveal his magic where it wasn't necessary, he threw out his chain dart to wrap around the man, hoping to ensnare him while he was trying to recover from the blow to allow Terra a chance to pacify any powers he may have.

@Jollan

"I'm alive...." Cilia mumbled, looking down at the ground.

@ShadowVentus

The man groaned, trying to go cover where he was punched but he wasn't able to reach it due the the chains. "Urgh...."

@booksmusicanime@Jollan

"Boy, do we have a lot of questions for the both of you! Dremmick, I'd appreciate if you pressed this man for answers. In the meantime, Cilia, I'd like to speak with you in private. Is that alright with you?" Morgan inquires. The tactician was very curious as to what led Cilia to this place, and more importantly, to the man they had just pacified.

Terra withdrew her crystal to inspect whatever power it just stole, if any at all. She didn't equip it however, never know if could have adverse effects. Dremmick, however, wanted to start getting answers.

After nodding to Cilia's response he turned and slowly made his way over toward the stranger. Keeping an eye on the man for any hostile movement he stood in front of him and started flipping his dagger in his right hand.

"Alright, lets get this over with. The sooner you answer our questions, the faster we can decide what to do with you. You try anything funny or not answer my questions, and lets just say you will only wish I killed you. Who are you, and what are you doing with one of our guildmates locked up in the basement of this dump?" Dremmick's tone and posture seemed like he would very gladly make good on his word if the man didn't follow his instructions, and with his mask on, his word and posture would be the only clues the man had if he was telling the truth.

@ShadowVentus
"...Fine." Cilia mumbled, her blue eyes looking down towards the ground.

@Jollan
Ris came to stand beside Dremmick, glaring down at the man.

"O-Okay, let's just calm down." The man mumbled, wincing at the pain from where he was punched. "I-I'm Aaron." He coughed. "Technically n-not my basement. I-I found her d-down here. Honest."

@booksmusicanime

Morgan simply puts a hand on Cilia's shoulder and pulls her into the shadows with her, moving the two of them far enough away to where the others could still see them, but weren't in earshot. Now, the two of them are in their physical forms, Morgan giving Cilia a kind, patient smile. "So, just what did you come down here for? This doesn't seem like some place to blow off steam." She starts off, wishing to not overwhelm Cilia with too many questions at once.

Dremmick looked over to Rising as she joined him and he nodded towards her in greeting. His eye narrowed behind the mask a he turned back to the man. He didn't care for this person and he still didn't trust him. "I hope you have more to say than that, because that doesn't convince me much."

"Hold on," Terra interrupted from behind as Dremmick's grip tightened on his daggers handle. "He could be telling the truth, no need to hurt him any more," she said as she continued to examine the crystal with the man's power.

"No 'need' to. Doesn't mean I shouldn't," he replied.

@ShadowVentus
"...I have my reasons." Cilia mumbled, her voice soft but sharp.

@Jollan

"I'm telling the truth I promise. I really really promise." Aaron stated, fearful or what Dremmick may do to him.

Dremmick sighed as he sheathed his dagger. "Alright, get up so I can free you from those chains." As he worked, he glanced over to Terra, "He's all yours, I'm gonna wait on Morgan and Cilia." Turning his attention back to Aaron, "And if you try anything, killing yourself would probably be your best way out," he threatened. Was Dremmick laying in on pretty thick? Probably, but he wanted to be sure the new person understood him crystal clear.

"Dremmick, keep on like that and you might scare him into silence," Terra chastised. She then turned to the now free, but still magicless man with a smile. Good cop and demented cop routine maybe? "So, what's your magic type?" She asked curiously.

"You mean Ander hasn't shown you how to identify stolen magic through the crystal's aura yet?" Dremmick asked casually.

"No, I mean, he has, but... I just haven't perfected it yet," she admitted, blushing slightly. She then let go of her staff and let it float horizontally so that she could sit sideways on it, hand holding onto either side of the staff and his power crystal floating in front of her. "Is it a cool rare one? Or something half the realm has?"

"Please don't give it back to him yet," Dremmick interrupted again, sitting and leaning against the bars of the cell.

"C'mon, that was forever ago, let it go! Haha Sorry about that, I normally don't get to ask the questions," Terra said turning her attention back to the man.