Not anything useful!

Fate Roll: Fate Chart, Very Likely (CF 3). 1d100=90. Oh no! She does not.

After ten minutes of searching the room (as best she can, with her hands tied behind her), Gilia gives up. This asshole couldn't even have been into blood and stuff?! No knives, nothing. She groans. Ok, keep it together, Gilia...there was another door, maybe there's something in there. She trudges out of the room, kicking the door closed behind her, and manages to open the other door off the landing.

--Is this a bedroom? Fate Roll: Fate Chart, Certain (CF 3). 1d100=91. No! Interesting...
--What the heck is it, then? Fate Roll: Meanings: Elements (Locations). 2d100=22 (Dangerous) + 63 (Occupied). Uh-oh.
--Is the thing occupying the room more of a person (as opposed to an animal)? Fate Roll: Fate Chart, 50/50 (CF 3). 1d100=73. No, it's an animal (-like thing)
--Dare I ask...what is it? Fate Roll: Meanings: Elements (Creature Descriptions). 2d100=44 (Intelligent) + 50 (Loud).
--And we got a double! What's the Random Event Focus? 1d100=30 - NPC Action.
--Which NPC? 1d8=8, 1d6=6 - Buttercup!

Gilia stumbles into the doorway and her eyes widen. Not...what I was expecting. The room is sweltering, no doubt because of the fire flickering in a hearth on one side. Rather than a bedroom, this chamber is kitted out almost like a menagerie: there are potted plants all over the place, mostly large, leafy species that Gilia's never seen before, and a large stone basin of knee-deep water stands in the center of the room. In the basin stands a cage, and in the cage is...Gilia's not quite sure what.

The being in the cage is curled up in a seated position, and its mottled pink-and-blue flesh gleams wetly as it shifts around, looking up at her with large, expressive eyes set in an alien face. It looks more or less like a monkey...but it's got two large, membranous wings extending from its back, and its hairless skin looks more like a newt. It's about the size of a large housecat, and it crouches in the cage, gazing up at Gilia as she stares at it. Then it opens its mouth.

"Free?" it asks in a soft, chirping voice that sounds desperately hopeful. "Free?"