When the mage explained that nobles tended to not like people cutting off their appendages, Serphia scoffed. That [i]boy[/i] wasn’t deserving of the title noble. She took his hand with ease. He had a sword at his hip but he didn’t even try to contest her. When she removed his hand, he simply dropped to his knees as he screamed. Did he even know how to use the sword he carried on his hip? The shame his family must feel at the display of his weakness. 

“Of course there’s nobility and commoners in the Underdark. The matriarchs play by different rules, however.” Her voice drew somber as she locked her eyes on the man across the way. As she spoke again, her voice dripped with venom. “A lot of blood runs freely in Underdark.” 

His answer intrigued her. What did he mean, mostly? Was he a half breed? Perhaps two species mixed together? Or perhaps he was a full human at one time but somehow lost that, giving himself over to the gods? She knew of Drow who had done such things before. However, before he could answer, the guard made his round, peeking in on them before continuing his route. She silently watched the guard leave. When the light faded once more, she turned her eyes back to the man. 

She silently watched him as he casted a spell. She could sense the subtle flow of magic. She situated as best she could, pulling on her shackles as she tried to lean forward to get a better view of what the man was doing. As the manacles fell away from his wrist, the Drow allowed an eyebrow to rise as she rested back against the wall. “You are an interesting mostly-human.” He was sure to begin working on the other manacle and then his cell door next. His freedom was at hand. She couldn’t help but feel jealous of the man. He would get out of this disgusting place.She had no doubt he would leave her to rot. He had no reason to free her. He didn’t know who she was and couldn’t possibly hope to trust her. However, as he began to work on the other manacle, he offered her a truce. 

Her teeth flashed in the dark in a vicious grin. “Oh, you have nothing to fear from me, human. It’s not you I have eyes for. Release me, and I will get us both out of here.” While leaving blood through every step of the way. These men had imprisoned her. Her honor could not allow such a thing to leave this place. She would make sure they couldn’t speak of it- ever again. 

As he began to work on the lock of her door, her ears picked up the slightest sound of something skittering along. She peered past the mage, her eyes scanning the darkness for the one making such a noise. Arloke was always so good at sneaking. As the man pulled her door open, a quiet chittering could be heard from the darkness. Her eyes slowly rose to the ceiling before the same vicious grin crossed her face. “Ah, there you are Arloke.” The cat-sized spider slowly lowered itself from the ceiling on its own silk. Its body was surprisingly furry and its multitude of eyes locked on the mage. It hovered there on its threads, just behind the man’s head.