Creed has a look at the door whilst the others chat amongst themselves, with a growing awareness that even the truly useless equipment they managed to salvage initially has been removed.
The door is the iron bound oak variety. It has a prison style slot in the upper middle section that one could peer through or perhaps receive a tray of food. Peering through said slot shows an elf, or perhaps half elf, in a grey tunic standing against the far wall peering back at you. Seeing movement in the room he shouts some commands in a language none of you understand down the corridor to your left.