#{ “how does edain know how to pick locks” one answer: dew is a terrible influence }

[ulirblood]

“be careful. don’t overextend yourself.” she warns, watching him stand up to inspect the lock on their prison cage. she does not say anything while he inspects it, allowing him the silence to concentrate.

it is only when he speaks back to her again that she approaches him, standing far closer than before. “a tool, hm.” she hums, looking at the lock herself. if they hadn’t stolen all her belongings, she probably could of used one of the pins she used for her hair to pick it. or maybe they might not have gotten everything on her person…?

she digs through the smaller pocket on her dress, the only place it would be, only to find nothing. they had really taken everything. what barbarians. “if they hadn’t stolen our things…. we have no choice.” she shakes her head in frustration, looking back to reyson. “we’re going to have to catch someone’s attention. they have to have a guard who patrols consistently. “ she crosses her arms, hand on her chin in thought. “if they’re keeping us in a cage like this, they probably want us alive. we might be able to get someone to unlock the door if one of us fakes an illness or an injury.”

reyson wake up we fucked up big time!