At Big Red's comment about the door being a pull-y, rather than a push-y, Druid Girl just folded her arms and turned her face sideways, cheeks slightly tinged red.

"It's not like there's a handle..." She muttered quietly.

The reptilian man would manage to pull the 'door' open, although it was more accurate to call it a makeshift barricade than an actual door. The wooden planks slid across a muddy, soppy floor and, due to Big Red's rather careless and rough approach to the whole thing, the 'door' broke somewhat... Not that it really mattered, as the damn thing couldn't even be used for kindling anymore. Steppe Archer piped up next, stating that she'd go first to scout and disarm any potential traps. Although the druid understood that the savvy nomad had experience with such things, she still felt a bit anxious about letting her companion who got her leg hurt mere minutes ago go on ahead... But she decided to not protest.

After the huntress entered, the little pixie on Druid Girl's shoulder decided to take flight, leaping off the caramel skinned girl's shoulder and zipping into the dark chamber beyond. It seeemed this particular little fairy was either very brave, very restless or very fond of Steppe Archer. Regardless of the reason, Druid Girl poked her head in a bit afterwards, looking around the place while her tiny friend fluttered and floated about, shedding dim light everywhere it went.

To sum it all up, this chamber was far smaller than the one with all the hay that they had been in previously. The ceiling was also considerably lower - though still high enough for Big Red to stand fully upright. The ground was a mess of gravel, mud, packed dirt and stone, littered with the bones of small animals, tufts of fur and other useless rubbish and filth. In the dead center of the area was, strangely, a knocked over old chair... Perhaps something the goblins had stolen from the farm? Other then that, there seemed to be some sort of large, half-decomposed crate at the opposite end of the entrance from them and...


... Then, there were were the two obviously eye-catching and immediate attention-grabbers. On the right side, lying sprawled on the ground in an unceremonious and humiliating display, was a young padfoot girl. She had brown hair and sported both dog-like ears and a tail... Though the tail had suffered from having the fur pulled or torn off, and one half of one of her ears was missing, either cut or bitten off it seemed.  In addition, the poor lass was covered in cuts, bruises, scratches, bite-marks and had splotches of some vile, goopy substance on various bits of her body. Her face was contorted into a horrible, frozen state of fear, pain and anguish.

However, it was the second girl, the one that Steppe Archer called out as being still alive, that garneered the full and complete investment of the druid. Rushing into the room without a secohnd glance or thought, she joined her archer-friend next to the poor thing.

The girl was, just like the two below her, a human girl. Roughly the same age as both as them as well. She had dark red hair, reaching down to her below her neck and green, glzed-over eyes. Like the padfoot on the opposite end of the roon, she was covered in small injuries, including having blood trickle from both nostrils and the corners of her mouth. She dangled, helplessly, from a rope that had been tied around her wrists and then attached to the rocky ceiling... Although how the goblins had managed such a feat was beyond comprehension, but now was not the time for such trifling details.

The poor girl was making strange, unpleasant noises, and it didn't seem like she even registered that the trio oi adventurers were present. She stared, vacantly, into nothingness, taking ragged, hoarse breaths and making weird, choking-like sounds, a mix of clucking and gagging, perhaps? Like the dead padfoot, she too had blotches and marks of some... Goo... On her, though far more prevalent than the other girl.

The druid stood horrified and disgusted. She could feel bile race up into her throat, but she somehow managed to force it back down. This... This was just too awful. What kind of monsters could do something like this? The girl's foot was dislocated and she looked like she'd been tortured and tormented for weeks, yet in reality it hadn't been more than a few days at most. What's worse was that she couldn't do anything to help! She couldn't reach the rope to cut the girl down, nor could she cast any of her magic to try and heal or soothe her wounds.

The little fairy buzzed over, noticing the commotion, and began to spiral and circle the poor, hanging red-head, casting light that only showed off more hideous and unpleasant injuries and signs of torment. 

But what could they do? They could have Big Red take her down, but then what? There was no clean or comfprtable place to let her rest. They had no transport, so Big Red would - if they decided to bring her along - have to carry her all the way back to Palisade Town, which was hours away, and plus it was the dead of night by now! The situation felt so miserable and dismal that the Druid Girl's eyes watered a bit. This poor soul had suffered something unspeakable, and there was nothing she could do, nothing at all.

She could only wait for Big Red to get her down from that humiliating and cruel position, so that she could at least try and cover the girl up with something, and maybe look over her wounds... Or... Something!