After unlocking and freeing the prisoners, Malikar extends his hand to Degar. A pleasure to meet you. My name's Malikar, this fellow was a former prisoner of House Vladaam like you. He's Nicalon, and this is Morden. Two more of our companions are down the hall: an elven diviner called Dyrnas, and a dwarven trapman named Krug. We'll get you out of here. Must've been some spell, eh?
Malikar smiles at his joke, and, with the pleasantries exchanged, kneels down next to the guard he rendered unconscious. Retrieving some spare rope, Malikar binds his hands and feet, and makes a crude gag by tearing the subdued guard's shirt into strips. He lightly touches his hand to the man's forehead, and then channels healing energy into him.
When the man wakes up, Malikar places his finger to his lips, signalling to the now conscious man that rash actions like screaming for help would not be appreciated. He then removes the gag, but is ready in case the guard decides to be foolish.
Look, I'm sorry about knocking you out and all. Anyway, you think you could tell me and my friends some information about this place?