The entrance was covered in cob webs that Cara irritatedly slashed away. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness for a split second before moving swiftly forward. Confident where she knew she would find spare agiels, she turned left down a slightly rounded stone corridor. Richard and Kahlan were close behind her. There's that feeling in my stomach again.. Before turning to follow the Mord-Sith, Kahlan quickly slipped in front of Richard with ease. "Kahlan, get behind me", he whispered, earning a glare from the Mother Confessor that was not to be challenged. His eye brows shot up, nearly off his head before obediently complying.
The smell hit the three like a brick wall. The blonde in front scrunched her nose for a moment, seemingly unaffected, but slightly nauseous. Not that she would ever admit it. No one's alive, she thought to herself. Behind her, she heard the seeker scoff in disgust, "What is that smell? Ugh". She whipped her head around and glared at him with piercing green eyes, "shh", she hissed. Richard scratched his head, What is up with these two? Must be female stuff. Kahlan covered her mouth and nose with her free hand, and willed her self not to be sick.
When Cara came to the opening of the corridor, she stopped suddenly, and Kahlan's front collided flush against her back. The brunette blushed slightly at the contact and mumbled a quiet sorry. In front of them was a perfectly round room with a metal grate in the middle, and chains hanging from the ceiling on each side of the room. The stone floor was stained almost entirely with dried blood. They had certainly found the source of the smell. Three dead Mord-Sith lay near the entrance. The room was dark, except for a bit of light shining down into the middle of the room, through an opening in the roof of the temple.
Kahlan's eyes went from the dead women in red, to another hanging from chains. She gasped quietly. Cara, seemingly unaffected by the gruesome scene, walked into the room first, taking one of the sister's agiels and placing them in her belt. She made a mental note to clean them thoroughly later. The blonde reached the woman hanging from the chains first, and noticed a radarhan secured around her neck. The woman's body was covered with two measly strips of leather, and it almost seemed as if not an inch of her skin was unmarked. Her long blonde hair was tinged almost completely red with blood, matching the leather strips. Cara carefully slipped two fingers under the radahan and found a weak pulse.
"She's alive. Barely", she stated matter-of-factly. With those words, Richard charged forward and began to try to undo the chains around her wrists. The Mord-Sith's face showed no emotions as she looked over the other blonde. It looked like Mord-Sith work to her, she could tell from the agiel marks all over her body, but she had never known a sister to cause this much damage at once. It was preferable to let the subject heal a bit first, giving them a false sense of hope and relief before resuming training. It helped the breaking process. She heard the Kahlan's voice directly behind her, "Maybe she's another confessor?".
The brunette didn't wait for a response, and quickly began to search the small room for a key to the offensive object around the girl's neck. While struggling with the chains, Richard heard the woman groan. "Cara, help me get these off!". The Mord-Sith stalked over the where the chains could be lowered, hesitating for a second, deciding if she should or not. There was something about the other blonde that stirred an unknown feeling inside of her. Deciding Richard would probably cut through the chains with the sword of truth anyway, she turned the crank and began to lower her.
The entire time she had been two weak to open her good eye again, and now the blonde slipped back into blissful darkness, becoming unconscious, just as she felt someone pulling on the chains, and her body being lowered.
Unable to find a key, Kahlan went over to help lower the girl. She put an arm around the other woman's tiny waist for support, knowing she obviously wouldn't be able to stand. "Stop lowering!". Richard unsheathed his sword and slashed at each chain. The Mother confessor caught the woman in her arms before she could hit the ground.