Humans are idiots, one and all. Absolute idiots.  

That was the first thing Serphia learned upon stepping foot into this bright world. She understood her people's history and the humans’ feelings towards that particular history. She was warned by her family time and time again. “If you go up there alone, you'll be killed or captured in a dungeon for the rest of eternity.” She hadn't cared. She thought herself above the law. What could a human do to her that she couldn't just slip out of? She was born and raised as an assassin. She had even brought one of the many spider pets to come along with her. And yet, there she was, bound to a wall with her wrist secured above her head, strapped into loops bolted to the stone. They took her armor. Her weapons. Her pack! Everything! They had stripped her down to her skivvies and locked her within this disgusting cell. It reeked of feces and urine and she was pretty sure she was sitting in a pool of half dried blood. You would think they would at least clean the damn cell from time to time. 

You may ask what she did to even end up in this situation. Nothing! That's what! She was simply defending herself from that noble's son. He had apparently taken a liking to her silver hair, lilac skin, and purple eyes. He thought her exotic and mysterious. One would think her people's history and the large assortment of weapons she had strapped to her hips and back would be enough to keep any logical person at bay. Then this man showed his stupid face. He tried compliments, stupid little comments that she wasn't even sure human women would swoon for. When she continued to ignore him and head along her way, he grabbed her. The idiot grabbed her, like she was some slave that was not listening to his orders. What was she to do? She had punished him accordingly! She took his hand. She didn't even kill the bastard! By the time he had stopped screaming, the guards were upon them. Dozens of the bastards! It was a bit of an overreaction! The man could still find work, somewhere. There are plenty of one handed slaves in the Underdark. He could still be of use! 

When they proclaimed she was under arrest, she didn't even fight it. She just simply put her hands up as they grabbed her and dragged her off. What could she hope to do with that many guards? She would only die tired. 

She went without a fuss, at least she had tried. It was when they took her pack that she had caused a ruckus. Her pet spider was in her pack and she raised that thing from an egg! If they saw a cat sized spider sleeping with the pack, they would likely kill him. But there was only so much her unarmed self could do and before long, she was chained in that cell and her pack nowhere to be seen. She only hoped the guards wouldn't open it. If Arloke died, she would kill every single one of these guards and burn this place to the ground with everyone else in it. He was her only friend. 

She had been in that disgusting cell for, what, a few hours now. Her stomach rumbled loudly and her arms were quite numb. She continued to move her hands and fingers in a futile attempt at getting blood flow back to her extremities. She just had to wait for Arlocke to wake up, assuming he was still alive. He would seek her out and help her escape, she'd no doubt about it. But for the time being, she had nothing to do to keep herself occupied. That was until the guards brought in a new prisoner. Her darkvision allowed her to watch clearly as the guards shoved a man into the cell across the way before heading back to their duties elsewhere. She remained quiet for a long time after, unsure if sparking up any conversation with a human man could benefit her in any way. After all, he was a criminal. A bad one at that. He probably wasn't worth her time but as the clock ticked on, she eventually found herself calling out across the way. 

“This dungeon is disgusting, isn't it? It's even worse than the dungeons in Underdark. At least there, we water the things down from time to time.” Her purple eyes flashed a moment in the darkness as she situated, or at least situated as best she could with her numb hands shackled to the wall. It was incredibly uncomfortable. She was just a tad too tall for the spot so she was half sitting, half lounging on the stone. Her lower back screamed at her in protest but she couldn't do anything about it. Not until Arloke woke and came to free her from this filthy place. She hoped beyond hope that he was still alive. Perhaps her family was right. Maybe she will rot in this damn cell for all eternity. No! She had to get out of there! She had to prove her family wrong. Arloke! Wake up!