Rescue the captives.

She said to save the captured scouts first. I shouldn't even ask. This is exactly what I should do. I'll run over there while she's distracting the lich, and I'll find a way to get them out.

"Finger of ****," the lich repeats. Thankfully, it isn't aimed at you. A beam of shadowy power fires out towards Nyllia.

Meanwhile, she sprints towards him, not away. She removes one hand from her sword for a moment to trace a spell in the air and speak the words, "Holy Shield," and a gold and silver aura immediately surrounds her. The shape of a shield begins floating in front of her as she runs, and the lich's strike cannot break through. The excess energy waves out in all directions, nearly knocking you over even from such a distance.

There are two figures in the cage. One is a human boy with brown hair tied back into a ponytail with yellow beads. He's dressed in simple leather armour, but his belongings are sitting in a pile in the corner, along with the other's--a catfolk. She on the other hand has black hair tied into pigtails by white bands, and is dressed in incredibly similar garb. The tips of her ears and the end of her tail are snow white, and both of the captives happen to have brown eyes, and seem to be around your age.

You jostle the padlock. It seems old, but it isn't budging.

"Did your warrior totally just screw us?" the boy asks.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear it right now." You begin yanking to no avail. "Who has the key?"

"The goblin that was just disintegrated. It might be laying up there somewhere."