Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

Ramiel grips the crevices, when pulled it starts to open. Continuing on opening it reveals a secret chamber. This small square room is layered thick with dust and cobwebs. Random bits of old clothing are strewn about the floor haphazardly. Staring out to you with bulbous eyes is a strange fish-like humanoid statue garbed in priestly robes. At its webbed stone feet lays a pile of coins.

It doesn't emit magic, it does however secrete a thin layer of dark mucus.

Béke, looking over the room, finds that the clothes are ancient, mundane, moldy, and covered in dust. In one of the pockets though she finds a medallion that oddly shimmers in the dark. The treasure at the statues feet contains 400 cp, 160 sp, 8 gp, and a citrine.

You guys make your way back out of the cavern, out of the basement and head inside the tavern. There is a bit more people there but not anywhere near full capacity. As you make your way towards Tofdir, his already bright face lights up even more. "Ah, I'm guessing you're back because you finished? Very good." he pulls his pouch out and starts counting out some coin. "So tell me about it, judging by your appearance, those three rats gave more of a fight than expected."

Upon hearing Ramiels words, Tofdir gives a look of bewilderment and lets out a dumbfounded "huh?" and leaves to the back, scratching the back of his head. He comes back a couple seconds with 4 mugs of Fiery Grog, he sets them down and sets them on fire. He picks up the coin and places it in his pouch "Consider it a thank you for clearing out the cellar. Now what were you sayin' about being a bit larger?"