The nomad girl couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as she looked at the opened door. [color=CC6633][b]"I'll go in first. I'm used to setting traps, so if there are any I can disarm them,"[/b][/color] she said, carefully stepping over the rock that had been placed behind the door to make it more difficult to open. Well, difficult in the normal way. Not in the "Big Red School of Door Destruction" way. Regardless, it posed no obstacle as she made her way inside with a torch in hand. In the distance there was a crate, but what caught her attention was the faint shadow of a person on the ground to her right. Turning her head, Steppe Archer had to keep herself from vomiting at the sight of the brutalized Padfoot that lay at her feet. Shakily she would bend down and place a finger to the girl's neck to try and feel for her pulse...nothing. She'd been stone cold dead for a long time, it seemed. There was...indication of her being "used" by the goblin, forcing Steppe Archer to shake her head as she looked away. The girl's face gave every indication that her death was a horrible one. ...This was the difference between a Beast and a Monster. 

She would take care of the body once she was certain it was safe, carefully scanning the floor as she watched before her ears strained. Something in here was breathing. Approaching the source of the breathing, the nomad girl's eyes went wide as she saw the woman with dark red hair tied up. She was alive! Carefully inspecting the ground around the girl for traps, Steppe Archer would say: [color=CC6633][b]"One of them is alive! But they're badly hurt. Big Red, can you help me cut her down? I'm going to give her one of our potions."[/b][/color] The woman was in bad shape, with a dislocated left foot and bruises and cuts all over. She kept making these...small noises. It was really uneasy just being in the room with her, but Steppe Archer couldn't just leave her. She would keep inspecting in case of traps...now she was certain that goblins were monstrous enough to use girls like these as bait for clever traps. One boy who had attempted to woo her back when she was a child showed her how to hunt dangerous game; by endangering their cubs. She broke that boy's nose that day. ...Worth it.