You have been travelling with Dayenna for a week already — Dell, she likes you to call her. Restrained, secretive, arrogant as any elf as she appeared, she soon revealed herself as being anything but this qualities. Well, arrogant may be true for her, though.

It could be nice — if you were outdoors. If you were in an inn. But certainly not in a damp, chilling and mostly unwelcome prison you two found yourselves this morning.

“Listen, we can always wait for help,” she hums, all of her picklocks (the one she managed to hide from the guards, more precisely) lying broken and useless as she tries to make up something out of them. “I’ve sent a note to some of my friends, we’ll be free in a day. Two max.”

She snorts in irritation and puts the picklock on the ground, muffled sound resonating with the stone walls. Looks like this idea of hers failed too.

“Besides, do you have any other ideas? Other plans?”