Against the Cult: Meet Me at the Bar Fight (1.9)

Having survived this encounter, each of the present and living Dungeon Busters - Aanbo, Chase, Myrtha, and Theran - gains 150 XP.

Derek, Melano, and Traver are all dead.
Myrtha confirms this fact with Traver, and finds that he has nothing of value on him (though he does have the green spiral tattoo high up on his left biceps). Myrtha retrieves the +1 magic spear and lantern, then leads Lhari back up the hallway to the doors he'd used before: the one the party blocked, and the other one. They lead to adjoining rooms. The room on the left is a common bedroom; the type that a group of friends, a party of adventurers, or a small family would rent to stay together for the night. There are five beds here; two are unused and neatly made (the Dungeon Busters move Chase into one of these so that he's no longer on the floor), and the other three show clear signs that Traver, Melano, and Lhari were all still asleep when Derek started yelling: rumpled with the coverlets thrown aside.
While Myrtha takes the disarmed Lhari in there, Aanbo examines the other room. It seems to have been used as a common dining area. Two tables and eight chairs take up the center of the room, and each table is covered with used plates and mostly-empty mugs: probably the dishes from last night's supper.
Theran steps back into the room with Derek and Melano and quickly examines the bodies: they are both dead. Melano only had the club and candle on him. Derek, however, had quite a bit of stuff on his person. He has a standard short sword, and a long, nasty stiletto (which came from a concealed sheath worn on the nape of his neck). He has particularly fine black leather armor, a money pouch (containing gems and coins), and three small bottles wrapped in velvet tucked inside his armor. Theran notes these items for the future and goes back to the bed to retrieve the lockbox. He takes it into the dining room with Aanbo and sets it down on one of the tables with a thud and a clink of coins within.

Aanbo heads back downstairs, navigating without light with his darkvision until he gets back down to the common room, where the fire in the fireplace has burned almost down to coals. H.A. has not moved from where he lay, with Chase's bonds intact. The bloody smear still leads behind the bar to Bertram's corpse. Nothing has been disturbed. Either there are other guests but only the one person woke up, or there are few other guests in the Inn.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Theran continues to examine the lockbox while Myrtha tries the soft touch with the surviving fanatical brute and Chase sleeps on.

"I-I'm Lhari..." the man replies, half defiant, half fearful. The lockbox is a sturdy little chest. Theran opens it extremely carefully, and is relieved to see that whoever used it last did not take the time to reset the poison dart trap on the clasps. Inside are thousands of seals. Running his hand through the wealth, Theran sees that there are golden eagles mixed in among the silver, as well as some exotic coins he doesn't recognize.

"I haven't seen no halfling. We were just asleep, minding our own business, when we hear Derek yelling about how you killed Hamiff. We jumped up and came out to find you busting up the Inn, killing guests." Lhari's words are surly, but there is a whining undertone that indicates his fearful certainty that you're going to kill him, too.

Bertram's corpse actually has a spiral branded on its upper arm, the burn scars still raised but not red or infected anymore. Aanbo hefts the limp unconscious body of H.A. and begins staggering with the beefy human up the stairs. He tries not to hit the man's head on the wood paneling of the stairwell as he goes, but he's not entirely successful.

"I've never tortured anyone, nor murdered anyone either. I'm not responsible for the actions of others, any more than you're responsible for the people that one has killed," he nods at Chase asleep in the bed, "Or than he's responsible for the people you've murdered." But he recoils when Myrtha stands up and he is reminded just how uneven the power balance is here. He whips off his nightshirt at her command and Myrtha catches his eyes flicking toward the clothing, shields, and weapons that Theran and Myrtha collected from the footlockers and piled by the door out of his reach. Lhari has a green spiral tattooed high up on his left deltoid.

Aanbo arrives in the dining room and hits H.A.'s legs on the door jamb. "Whoops," the monk mutters, puffing from the exertion of carrying this big loaf up a flight of stairs and down the long hallway. He nods to Theran, who remains absorbed in looking through the lockbox and doesn't immediately leap to his feet to help carry the dead weight. Aanbo sighs and steps through the adjoining door into the barracks with Myrtha and Lhari, being careful to not bang the human's legs...but this means that H.A.'s head bonks against the door frame instead. "Ouch." Aanbo remarks, and then heaves the unconscious and bound man onto a bed with a groan. He stretches his back with an audible crack. Seeing that the other captive is alive just as Myrtha had said, Lhari cries "Hamiff!" with surprise and relief.