It's a fairly big number, at this point. Cecily has been in the city for a few months now, and each one brings new captives to the caves. New monsters, too, which is just as concerning, particularly when (as he's noticed) there are few weapons to find.

"It does seem like something out of a story, doesn't it?" She scoffs, rearranging a few things in her bag to make room for more. "They have power, that much is for sure, but as for their being gods... well. I think it depends how you define that."

She doesn't trust them or like them and is therefore less inclined to bring them tribute, or whatever else they'd asked of their prisoners.

"There's some of that to go around." She retrieves some of the cloth bandages from her pouch and walks over, extending it in an offer. "My name is Cecily; I've been here a while now, if you've any questions."