Rushing to join Yvah, if for no other reason than to have a chance to kill something, Peony peeked around the corner. She wasn't trying to hide at all, and if anything wanted to draw any attention to her. But as it turned out, a conversation with other prisoners had already started. Unfortunately for her, she had nothing to add; she hadn't met these people, after all. But the least her group could do was let them out.

>Insight on the dead guys: 21.

They'd said the keys were on one of the guards, right? There were some fishmen who came from this direction when they'd arrived, and of those present, they were the only ones that made any sense to be guards. Peony did a quick search of their bodies for the keys, which gave results without much effort.

She hurriedly returned to the cell, holding the most likely key up in the air victoriously. "I hope none of you soaked too long in that water, or that you didn't soak at all. I'd hate to have ended up in a cell with the horrid smell of other...people." She inserted the key and turned in an overly dramatic hero pose, internally hoping it was the right key and that these people would idolize her.