The others followed, clumsily. Yvah was far from pleased, especially after the last incident where someone in the group fumbled their sneaking. But she wasn't going to send them off. They wouldn't listen. Why would they, from the person who just slaughtered their lead right in front of them? Instead, Yvah felt it best to grit her teeth and press on. They just survived a dragon attack, sort of, what's the worst that could happen here? 

As she rounded the end of the stairs, Yvah's ears twitched at the broadened sound of her surroundings. The flow of water echoed through empty hallways. There was not a sign of any guard here, but perhaps the distant light to her right would have a visitor. She stepped in that direction, freezing when there was a dull thud on glass. Yvah could dimly make out a figure inside one of the distant glass jars, railing against the container. 

Without a sound, she darted toward the figure. Coming upon the opening of the next room, she checked corners. Left. Right. Nobody there. There before her on either side were two dull green tanks, each with someone inside. The tank to the right had a female dwarf in it, bound and shackled with barely enough air at the top of the tank for her to breathe. The tank to the left had a female gnome in the same situation, but she wasn't struggling against her bonds like the dwarf was. Yvah cautiously stepped toward the dwarf and held her index up to her lips. Both of the prisoners seemed to acknowledge her request. 

Then she just had to figure out how to get them out of the blasted things.