[hider=Character Summary]
[b]Location:[/b] Eblistan Citadel Dungeon
[b]Health:[/b] Naseous, hungry, dehydrated.
[b]Inventory:[/b] Burlap prison garb and a hairpin.[/hider]

Aevah sighed, the stench of the Eblistan Citadel Dungeon making her ill and the simple burlap garb they'd given her to cover her body itching incessantly. She grimaced, when you had a sensative nose the smell in here wasn't just unpleasant, it was downright disgusting. Sure, as a thief she'd spent her time in some pretty rank places but this was... She reached up and fingered the hairpin hidden in the thick hair at the base of her skull. It was the only one they'd missed. For the past hour she'd been considering her options... She could attempt to pick the lock, hoping it wasn't enchanted and risk one of the others ratting her out and thereby sending her to her death much more quickly than originally planned... OR she could set here, hoping the others would cause enough of a ruckus when the Guards came for her to slip away unnoticed.

There was just ONE, major flaw to her plans... the other Guards. Even if she got out of THIS part of the Dungeon there would be more Guards waiting. She'd never make it out alone, stealth would only get you so far. The chains on the wall beside her rattled and her topaz eyes flicked towards the man attached to them, finally opening his eyes. Fancy that... She'd thought him dead for sure by now, he definately looked it. She didn't worry more about him though, she had other things on her mind... Edging around her cellmates warily, careful not to brush her skin against theirs, she made it to the front of the cage and frowned. The lock was one she'd picked before but she couldn't imagine it NOT being charmed in some way. She sighed one more time before making up her mind, she was going to die if she didn't do something and she doubted any of the others wanted to die either... so why rat out one of their few chances at escape?

She knew the Guards were in between shifts, she'd been paying close attention for the past few days she'd been in here without food or water. Now, she took advantage... She had about five minutes before the Guards returned, plenty of time to work on the lock if it wasn't enchanted. She held out her hands, cupping the lock and frowned again. There was magic, it was dull and weak as if whoever maintained the spells had failed to do so for some time. Carefully, she clutched it and her palm pulsed with heat... Normally, she was sure it would probably have burned her badly. Now though, all it did was heat her hand unpleasantly. She'd have to hurry though if she didn't want a burn. She slipped the hairpin from her hair and twisted it with her teeth. If she let all the prisoners go and they tried to escape all at once... how likely was it they'd catch ALL of them? She began fiddling with the lock, glancing irritatedly at the ones in the cell making too much noise before returning to her work.

There was a soft click as she smiled her triumph, she'd just slipped the lock off the door when the the familiar sound of Guards deflated her joy. She grimaced and immediately backed away from the front of the cell just as the man who'd been chained to the wall made his way forward, a risk taker she may be but not suicidal. Let someone else either take the blame for unlocking the door or let them attempt escape first... She slipped back into her little corner, going back to trying to appear a small blonde half-elf unworthy of anyone's notice. It had worked for her for the past few days, why not keep using what worked? Her palm stung, she'd held on a little to long but the burn was only a mild irritation... worth it if someone took the shot she'd given them. Still, if half the prisoners were as wary as she was they'd all be out of luck because no one would be stupid enough to make the first move. She licked cracked lips and hoped someone was indeed... that stupid.