Kayla awoke to blackness, blinking several times in the dark to adjust her eyes. After a few minutes, she was able to make out shapes. She felt along the walls blindly until she was sure she wouldn't knock herself out on the ceiling of the cell. She stood up to her full height and lit a light spell in her hand. The white, stationary orb hovered just above her palm. She peered through her cell bars and saw what one of the shapes was.
Drathen.
"Hey." She whispered, tossing the light towards him. It floated lazily towards him and stopped inches from his chest, high as his midsection.
"You don't look hurt. What happened?"
She lit another ball of light, lighting up her own body. She bit her lip and tasted blood, and hissed in pain.
Whoever did this wasn't gentle.
She licked the blood from her lip and looked around. Low ceilings made of dirt and rock told her they were underground. She carefully rattled the call doors, inspecting to see how old the locks were.
"You know, I never saw the appeal of being a thief until now. I heard they can hide lockpicks on their bodies when they get captured. Suddenly, the details of where don't seem so important now." She sighed and slumped against the cell wall and crossed her legs and arms. She studied the door again. her eyebrows shot up.
"Drathen. Check the hinges of your cell. Mine look weak."
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