From the Journal of Mal, Gray Wolf
We ventured onward. Though we didn’t know it at the time, we had managed to clean out most of the guards stationed in this wing of the complex. It made the rest of our exploration less dangerous, though we crept forward with some trepidation, never quite sure what we might find beyond the next door.
Fortunately—for us, and for them—what we found was the surviving prisoners from Paratum. There were five in all: Ark’al, a terribly abused gnoll, who once probably invoked fear but now only pity; Lieall, the blind eladrin, whose eyes had been plucked by his captors; Mirtala, a halfing woman, nearly catatonic from her suffering; Jalissa, a terribly frightened young woman, traumatized by the ordeal; and Zerriska, an obnoxious, loud, and crotchety old crone.
We freed them all from their captivity and promised to see them safely from this place. All but Zerriska were grateful for the aid—I suspect that had we left her behind in the cell, her absence would have gone unnoticed (except for the blessed silence).
I personally freed the young woman, Jalissa, from her cell. She clung to me immediately—poor soul. She was clearly beside herself, and her eyes were rimmed red from tears. I wanted to storm from that room and tear the place apart looking for the bastard who did this, but I couldn’t. They needed us. I comforted the girl the best I could, wrapping her in my traveling cloak. No one should have to bear such pain and fear.
We escorted them back to our makeshift camp right off the main chamber, figuring it was as safe as any place. Jalissa was terrified to be left alone again. I did my best comfort her, and used one of the tricks I know to put her mind at ease. In her mind I implanted the image of poring over old tomes of lore in one of the Temples of Ioun. I think it helped. I gave her my word I’d return for her.
With our charges in relative safety, we set out to find the one responsible for all this: Sinruth. I will see to it that he pays for what he has done.