Elle had managed to find a few potions and some food, as well as some ingredients. She quickly stowed what she could in a pouch at the belt of her cuirass, but she didn't know how much more she could fit. Still, she was the pack rat type, so she kept hunting around for more stuff that could be potentially useful.

Ralof followed Nilovas down the stairs eyes scanning the scene before them.

[color=9E9E9E]"Trolls blood! It's a torture room!" [/color]he whispered in horror, keeping in the shadows on the stairs. A few of his fellow stormcloaks were already fighting valiantly against the imperials in the room, but they were outnumbered. 

[color=9E9E9E]"Come on!" [/color]he said, rushing forward with sword drawn.

Elle, meanwhile, had gotten distracted and was still busy digging through this barrel but somehow she had managed to fall face first inside it and was now horribly stuck. From the sound of it, Nilovas and Ralof had left, which was good, because this the most mortifying position she had ever been in. Curse her shortness and the deepness of this confounded barrel.

She ended up rocking it back and forth until it fell over and she tumbled out, a few potatoes rolling out after her. She muttered a few curses darkly before she stood and dusted herself off, kicking one of the potatoes. Thank divines her new companions hadn't seen her. She hesitated a moment when she realized she didn't know where they had gone. Good thing there was only one door otherwise she probably would have lost them completely. 

She walked out into hall atop the stairs, the sound of steel against steel echoing from below.[color=00B2EE] [i]Really? More of them? Seriously, how many imperials did it take to fill a keep?[/i] [/color]

She muttered grumpily and drew her sword, sneaking down the stairs so that she could assess the situation before getting sliced to ribbons. Apparently Nil had the same idea because he was still crouched in the shadows too. Though, she didn't know why he was still sitting there while Ralof was already in the middle of the fray. Was he being a coward, or did he have a plan? She assumed he was too proud to be a coward so he must have something in mind, which most likely didn't involve her, so she quickly jumped up and darted past him to help Ralof, who seemed to be having some trouble with the imperial he was scrimmaging.