Savin, mostly healed, begins looking about, checking to make sure those fallen are dead before looking around at the various doors and windows that no one snuck off or that no one was sneaking up on them, though he is stymied by the iron door. "Pick the lock or smash it down?" he asks the group.
As the note is found and read, he comments "So, these rats have sold off their souls for a bit of land and power. Haha! The butcher always gets his price for the pound of flesh, as these fools should have known. Though, it doesn't sound good for these swamp rats. Have any of you heard of this Greycastle?"