As they enter the sub-levels, Rivers' eyes go wide. Doubtless a proper Isle-born Immaculate would connect the antique manse's open glorification of the Anathema with the Mask's corruption, would call it unsurprising to find demonic taint alongside the taint of undeath, but Rivers isn't so certain. The signs of the Thornsguard's occupation, the ugly metal walls and crude surgical chambers, seem as much an invasion, as much a desecration, here as in any of the city's more modern buildings.

With time and effort, some saga of a former age might be gleaned from the manse's artwork... likely a story fit for Talespinner's court, and perhaps a story which might shake the Immaculate creed to its core. But time enough for such projects is a luxury the Resistance doesn't have. There's nothing to do but press on in search of those who have been made victims in the very shadow of such magnificence.

* * *

Minutes later, once the elderly prisoner is freed, Rivers kicks the base of the operating table he had been strapped to.

"Disgusting what they were doing here," they growl. They glance back to make sure the prisoner is out of earshot before adding. "No guarantee that the other five from the last batch are still breathing, but we owe it to them to make sure."

This is a task worth spending precious time on, even under the circumstances. Rivers takes care, searching for any sign of the other prisoners' whereabouts, be it a faint whimper, a drag mark, an errant spot of blood. They aren't quick about it, but they are thorough.

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Perception + Investigation + Stunt:
(6d10)[3][8][9][7][1][8](36)

Definitely putting some XP into Investigation sooner or later.