"Is anyone badly wounded?" Savendir asks.
He turns to the cells and looks to see if the same magical patterns are present, or if they subsided after the wraith's appearance.
detect magic
Zarine sags against the wall in relief. "Uff. Not wounded, exactly. Thank you, sir dwarf, for distracting the creature. It was bravely done." Her kukri seems clean, but she still wipes it with a panel of her robes before sheathing it.
She moves to the fifth door on the right, having previously found nothing on the fourth left door that Savendir pointed out as magical. Kneeling, she carefully examines it for traps, magical and otherwise.
The magical auras remain unchanged with the wraith dispatched. Zarine examines the fifth door. She can not find any signs of a trap.
Peeking through the window in the door, Zarine sees a huge creature that is barely contained in the cell. Its back faces the door, and dragon like scales cover its body. The creature is completely motionless.
Surmising that since Zarine is looking into the door, it must not be trapped, Owen comes and looks inside. He tries to identify the creature inside but is unable to recognize the creature.
Savendir peeks through the door and grows somewhat pale. "Right, I suppose we should be grateful whatever is in there has been locked up. Some things are better left undisturbed."
Though taken aback at the sight of the creature in the cell, Zarine sighs lightly at Savendir's words. "Poor thing. It can barely move in there. Even if it is dangerous, it deserves better treatment. It is pent like a veal calf."
"Poor blighter." Ulath whispers softly to himself, moving cautiously into the cell. Touching the creatures back he casts some minor healing magic.
Shaking his head at Savendirs' pessimistic assessment of the being, the stout dwarf leans over to look at the front of the creature. He whispers to Zarine, "Think tha' canst loosen it's bonds?"
With the door still locked, Ulath tries to reach through the bars on the window in the door but he is unable to touch the creature.
"If you would Zarine, please. Loosen t' bonds of t' doors." Ulath asks, then raises a heavy eye-brow. "Unless anyone knows owt of alignment divinations?"
"Er.... maybe on our way back out," Zarine offers, regarding the scaled hulk a bit nervously.
"Alreet, then." Ulath says a trifle disappointed; "Lead on then..."
Turning back to the creature in the cell; "We'll be back for thee."
"Let's not forget why we are here," Savendir adds, moving onward.
"To rescue people and get some answers." Ulath seriously replies, hefting his axe heavily. Cautiously he looks around the corner of the hallway before starting to plod forward.
As Ulath peaks around the corner of the cell block hall he sees the path continues halfway down the hall and leads to another door. The new hallway looks empty and quiet.
Savendir proceeds along the hallway and examines the door, listening for any noises beyond.
There's a slight concern in the pit of his stomach about leaving the creature still locked in his cell as he carries on moving. Ulath gives a quick glance back at Owen, as they troop down the corridor quietly.
"I wonder why they need all t' cells?" His rough voice says softly, half to himself and not really wanting to know he answers.
"A reasonable question, indeed," Savendir muses. "And none of the cells that we've seen are occupied by the typical denizens of Kaer Maga. Perhaps this prison predates its current occupants, and is no longer in use. This certainly does not appear to be where the smuggled victims are being kept."