In the Plaza

"By the gods", Orloth says with a choked breath and puts his arm over his nose and mouth.

It is too no avail, the foul putresence caresses him, sicking his stomach. He puts his head out the door and gasps.

"Deviltry, some terrible blood magic. There is an impossible table, held aloft by grinning death and 6 doors, three to either side. Between the portals are gorey statuary made of the cold flesh and bowels of some poor unfortunates, sacrifices. The air kills the senses. Best prepare something to wrap around your face."

With that, Orloth cuts a bit of his tunic and fashions himself a bandana. As he secures it to his face he says, "Follow me" and re-enters the room.

"This is intolerable. Are there any windows to be opened?" Zama shouts up to the others. She fishes around in her pockets for a scarf or cloth to cover her nose.
Though, in the back of her mind, she quietly contemplates who in the city might be interested in a bunch of corpses. We can't just dump them in the middle of the plaza could we? She wonders.

As a healer and acolyte of Ahyada, he is not intimidated by the sight of wounds and mutilated bodies, there are many of them in the endless wars of Taraam. But this smell, its intensity is quite revolting. He tries to follow Orloth closely, holding his spear awkwardly.Azif tries to examine the bodies and the room progressively as his getting slowly inside and closer

Arius holds a rag over his mouth and nose and follows Orloth and Azif into the upstairs chamber. He stops in the doorway and narrows his eyes at the macabre scene, trying to figure out how they’re going to get these bodies out of here. "Maybe we could burn them? Seems easier (and, frankly, less gross) to dispose of bones and ashes than desiccated corpses. The building is stone so there’s not much risk of burning the whole place down by accident…"

The mingling odours of food and decay make Arius’ stomach turn. He’s beginning to regret taking this job. "Goes without saying that no one should eat that, right?"

Certain that the bedevilled food is best left untouched, he enters the room proper to help Azif investigate the bodies. He doesn’t know much about healing or anatomy but he’s perceptive, so maybe he’ll notice something useful.

"What? Did I hear that right? Who's talking about eating anything?" Zama shouts up the stairs. (As of now she has not realized the food has appeared.)
It didn't sound like Arius was joking, she thinks. Additionally, she wonders if it was Azif was trying to eat the foul rot up there...

Orloth follows Arius into the room, stealing himself against the stench.

"It's a little better.", thinks Orloth as he lies to himself. He follows the two investigating the bodies. Chancy rolls in his bag protesting against the odd smells. Orloth places a calming hand on the ferret and double checks to make sure the top of the bag is secure. Arius is right, no one human would or should eat that tricksy food, but a ferret? He doesn't want to take a chance that something might be too intriguing to his furry little friends clever nose.

The muffled voice of Zama reverberates off the stair walls. It sounds like it is coming from a distant well. This causes him to pause in front of the terrible table.

He looks closer at the foul piece of furniture, careful not to touch the bedeviled thing. Prehaps there could be a rune or a sigal to explain the phantom food?

Azif becomes frantic with fear " This is madness! I must leave this cursed and forsaken place.."

Azif drops everything he has and runs out the door.

"The food is gone!" gasps Orloth wide eyed for a moment, just a moment before his upbringing takes back control.

He turns to the rest of the party, "When yon cultist left so upbruptly, the deviltry that betwixt this table disappeared. This room is swirling with foul power. Maybe it responds to such as that in ourselves?"