The door on the face of Cube lies open and still. Thordin is able to peer inside, but is unable to discern much. About two feet in the roots of the tendril disappear between what look to be gigantic teeth mounted on some sort of teardrop-shaped axle. The interior is redolent with the smell of unnatural fire, rotten eggs and a faint oily aroma. There does not appear to be anything living inside.
The companions are clearing the outer cavern, dragging the corpses of the ogres outside, when Quinthos staggers in through the cave mouth. He looks worn and haggard. "The others. They collapsed a short distance from here . . . I do not believe them able to move much on their own. It seems as if whatever charm compelled them caused them to neglect food and drink."
In a niche behind where the four ogres had been standing guard the companions find several large leather sacks. Two contain a multitude of gold coins, some 4200 in total. There are four gems, valued at 500, 600, 1500 and 2000 gp, respectively. There is also a stoppered metal vial containing a liquid of some sort, by the sound of it, a slight and supple suit of chain mail and an ancient sword of what appears to be elvish manufacture.
