Kaleeth awoke shortly after Orskan left, so she did not hear what he had to say, but she did hear the others talking about going to find their belongings. She sat up on the cot and stretched her muscles, then spoke up as she was reaching to grab her armor from under the bed. "I can come help you. I think I remember seeing some of our things when I was leaving with the cultists, but I was too weak to carry them." She commented. Lorag had found a different room to sleep in the previous night, but once he woke up and was filled in on the plan, he was likely to join them in recovering their belongings as well.

Meesei gave a nod. "Alright. You may not be able to find all of our things, but I would focus on actual armor and weapons. Anything else useful you can find that the cultists haven't already taken will be helpful, of course, but those are the most valuable and hardest to replace items." Meesei recommended. "I will stay here with Rhazii to help care for him should he need it."

"So will I. I just...I need to stay with Rhazii." Ahnasha added simply, not really intent on elaborating further. "I almost forgot about the gems as well, though it would still be nice to get that book. Maybe the cult will let us take the souls of a few of those prisoners we help captured." She suggested with a surprising lack of emotion. Meesei was honestly shocked at the callous statement. To Meesei, taking the soul of a defenseless prisoner was something Ahnasha would never do, but at the moment, to Ahnasha, it couldn't make more sense. In her mind, she felt no sympathy for the mercenaries, or even their families. They might not have personally tortured her, but they worked for and enabled that scum of a noble who employed them, and the families supported them, or at least did nothing to stop them. Simply put, she placed some of the blame for her suffering onto them, she hated them, and she felt they deserved whatever happened to them.