Those that had remained upstairs were in the process of binding and gagging the one prisoner they had taken. Gallus wasn't going to let this one have a fingernail of space to escape. "I think we found them, Colours. Head downstairs, you're probably needed," Gallus said, not even turning to the Argonian as he walked in.

"Er, right," Fendros was somewhat grounded by Irenya's orders, though his heart was still pounding and even looking at the rack and its victim made his stomach turn. He pushed off the wall and took a deep breath, helping Janius with the girl and trying not to pay attention to her bodily wounds.

Janius did just as Irenya said as well, giving some comforting words as well. "We'll get you off this wretched thing soon, you're going to be okay." When Janius heard the Khajiit woman behind her ask how they were found, he glanced over his shoulder, but did not stop the delicate work. "That would be the charming one that showed us the way! I'm sure you can guess who!"

Once they reached the stage of removing the hooks from the Wood Elf girl's flesh, Janius had to stop Fendros before he touched any of them. His hands were shaking too much. "I think you should go upstairs, friend," Janius suggested quietly. Fendros just nodded, blinking, even he was not in any state to let his pride flare up. He retrieved his shield on the way. With that, Janius got to work on the hooks, grimacing as he carefully pulled each from the girl's stretched skin. What these people did was horrific.