Rhaak handed her the knife he had found, giving it to her as a sign of trust. Of course, he'd still watch her very carefully. But it would help neither of them if they both distrusted one another. He wanted out of this dungeon, one way or another. Besides, he also didn't need the blade to be effective if they ran into anything dangerous. As he handed her the knife, he took the cup from her and sipped it greedily, the water quenching his parched, muscled form. 

He let out a gasp of satisfaction, and wiped his forearm across his lips. "No, but we'll need to look." He told her, placing the other items in his pockets. He'd give her any of the coins if she asked for them, and then he nodded for her to follow him. 

They walked for merely a minute, through the initial archway and down the corridor. The walls were lined with stout stonework and chains hanging limply. Rhaak walked in front of his new Elven companion, as he had the torch, though he glanced back at her often. Even if he believed she was there to get out like he was, someone he had just met and just armed was something to watch. That, and it was also to make sure she was not harmed from some unknown trap. 

Soon the corridor turned to the left, and they found themselves looking at a (somewhat) larger room, with six Goblins hauling stones onto a small cart that was then pushed onto a railing, fleeing sight. They then began to fill another cart with building stones as well, working with grumbling reluctance. A large Bugbear stood watch over them, a whip in his clawed hand. The cavernous room looked to be carved out of natural stone, with various entrances out of it across the expanse of the room from where Rhaak and Morwen peeked in. Rhaak pulled the Elf back, whispering so as they couldn't be heard. 

"What do you think?" He asked her, his breath hot on her ear from the cramped hallway. 
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