Ackalon quietly steps to the door and begins to pick, taking down the various protections this lock has. More complicated than he expected, but after a few tries, the lock disengages and the door quietly opens. As Ackalons eyes take in the inside, he is horrified by the sight.
A few feet inside, Zar is strapped against a wall, his clothes torn to shreads, covered in scars and burns. His arms chained to the ceilings, the halfling from earlier screams at the Elf, "Why are you here!!! You will tell me, or you will die! This has gone on long enough, quit hiding the truth Sea-Elf!"
The halfling pulls his hands together and begins to conjure up another spell, a ball of fire slowly taking shape in his palms.