At Yvah's 'psst'ing, Araerys made her way toward the kurjian and was probably not as surprised as she should have been to find even more prisoners. Because [i]of course[/i] there would be more prisoners down here. Why not? For all she knew, they'd find a whole civilization of fish-people prisoners around the next crap-filled corner.

She was getting really tired of the underground, really quickly.

The bard hung back a little by the fountain as Peony successfully unlocked the cell with the key, eyes speedily darting over each of them as they passed through the door to check their person with her arms folded idly over her chest. There was a lot of them - too many, actually. Eight, she counted. How were they going to get this many people to safety if they keep running into fights like they've been doing? Concern colored her tone, perhaps for a different reason than would be expected, as she asked the group: "What happened to you all? How long have you been in there?" 

As they answered, Araerys stepped through the now crowded hall to enter the cell for herself, and suddenly there appeared on the ceiling of the room a few twirling, dancing lights that cast visibility on whatever else was in there with her. Wasn't much; just two empty tanks and a drainage grate, which looked as if someone had tried to pry it open to no avail. Her eyes lingered on the grate for a few moments before turning back to the bodies in the hallway, her shoulder finding purchase against the door frame as she once again took count of them all with her eyes.

[color=#66a137]> Minor Illusion for a disco ball.[/color]