Memories of Holdenshire.

Well, seems like you're destined to never know the identity of this mysterious woman (though other players can still make their Intelligence (Culture) checks).

Hmmm. Intelligence (Culture) check. Scarfs scarf the few coins.
Intelligence (Culture) check - (1d20+3)

(11) + 3 = 14


GM. Did you miss this or did my 14 rolled come up blank.

Looking at his robe, Garbuffel will notice (as well as anyone else who takes the time to examine their robe) there is a strange symbol sewn into the front of it which looks like a stylized insect wing.

Coming up the stairs, you arrive in a room 25 ft. to each side. It is filled with dilapidated pews facing a dais on which rests a ruined altar which has slit to the left to reveal the stairway by which you emerge. There is a closed door to the east and west walls as well as a set of double doors opened ajar on the south wall.

Peeking through the double doors, Scarfs will notice a large 10 ft-wide corridor which plunges into drakness beyond the range of her torches. The whole corridor looks wet and glistens in the torchlight.

Eronar and Garbuffel both examine the altar. Whatever deity it was dedicated to, it must have been a very old or obscure one as they both fail to determine who it is. They do both notice, however, that strange runes still glow in the front of the altar, as if a puzzle had recently been solved to slide it aside and reveal the staircase.

Roark takes one last look at the crypt below before ascending the staircase. This does seem as the last resting place of holy men. None of them seems to be wearing anything remotely similar to your dark robes so Roark is pretty certain they did not belong to the cult you seem to have been recruited (or shangaied) into.