Iseldis was not lucky enough to have her hands pinned behind her back; they were stuck at her sides, but with enough effort, she was able to start wriggling them towards Roland. "Don't be an idiot," she chastised, but not too harshly. "We've a better chance of escaping together. We have one little knife between the two of us, and I can't cast more than a candlelight right now. This isn't the time for sacrificing ourselves."

They needed to get their bearings before making any kind of a plan, but Iseldis wasn't about to leave him behind. They shored up each other's weaknesses to a degree, but besides that she didn't want to think about facing this place alone. Whatever this place was.

"We'll warn them together, we just need to... wait." She heard footsteps approaching, two sets of them somewhere beyond the walls of the room they were in. Heavy and obvious. Then they passed by and grew quieter. "We're probably under guard," she whispered, finally reaching the knife and getting it free. "It smells like death here, must be draugr near. The only way we get out of this is together."

She sawed through the webbing constricting her steadily, and once one of her arms was free the process sped up. Carefully, Iseldis curled up and worked to free her legs and feet, wary not to cut them both down at once, which would no doubt create a racket. She grabbed the web-rope suspending them from the ceiling once her feet were loose, turned herself upright, and then quietly dropped to the floor.

"Watch your eyes," she warned, before lighting up a tiny ball of magical light in her palm. In the perfect darkness even a minuscule light could hurt when looked at directly. They were clearly still underground, judging by the cold earth floor and hard rock walls, a room with no windows and only a single metal door, underneath which the barest bit of light filtered through. Iseldis crouched down by it, listening, and she heard the soft creaking of old bones, the deathly rattle of draugr standing guard. Two of them, if she had to guess.

Her light also illuminated the state she was in, her once white robes dirtied and bloodied down the front, a tear still remaining over her midsection where she'd been stabbed. Iseldis poked two fingers through, but she felt only smooth skin beneath. Something had healed her very effectively on the way here. She pushed it from her mind. Better not to linger on it.

With half the webbing gone, Roland would be easily able to free his arms. She handed him his knife back. "Careful cutting yourself down," she whispered, "we're under guard by draugr just outside."
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