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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Forged Fury" data-source="post: 6683327" data-attributes="member: 95059">With the threat of the troglodytes apparently neutralized, Brue returned to the rope she had been inspecting previously. The rope was securely anchored to the floor of the outcropping and the rope trailed into the water to the east. Tugging at it, she felt resistance on the other end, either anchored or simply something relatively heavy. Shrugging, the genasi put her back into it and pulled, her arm muscles clinching. Feeling something giving on the other end, she continued to pull on the rope, trying to pull the submerged object free. After about a minute, she finally saw the object: a rusty iron cage, inside of which was a tightly bound bale of hay. Examining the water, she noticed a dull brown sheen coating the water where the cage breached. Depositing it on the floor of the outcropping, she noticed the puddle forming underneath the cage carried the same sheen.</blockquote>