Druid Girl eventually broke away from staring at the battered, naked and dangling red head, taking note of her cimpanions' words and intentions. Taking the small flask from Steppe Archer, the dark-haired girl looked at the tiny bottle with the strange liquid inside it. Even if she had this little piece of foul-tasting instant treatment, there was no way she was going to be able to give it to the hardly-breathing goblin-victim until Big Red cut her down. Druid Girl wasn't tall enough, not even when standing on her tippy-toes, to reach the dangling girl's mouth with the flask. A fact that made the caramel-skinned girl feel even worse about having to wait to provide help to someone who was so clearly in undescribable pain.

Steppe Archer and Lizard Fighter would however find tha their investigation would be completely and utterly fruitless. The walls of the chamber were solid and there were no pitfalls, hidden doros or covered crevices for any further goblin ambushes. The ground didn't lend itself to digging, and the solid stone walls would have required tools like pickaxes or other mining equipment to get you anywhere. It didn't seem like the goblins had ever expected anyone to find this room, and if everyone had been as unobservant as the lizardman, they may have very well been right to assume such. Still, the only thing sapart from the two mauled girls present, were the knocked over chair and the battered crate. Otherwise, the area was void of anything intersting or meaningful.

"H-hey... If you're done looking around, can we cut her down now? Letting her hang like this can't good for her." The druid voice her opinion and concern, looking back over her shoulder at the two other adventurers.