Haelerin's thin lips spread into a slow smile as the prisoners spoke of forming a plan to escape and Zed's plan to find their weakness. It was always the same, of course, with fresh merchandise that had yet to be broken. All confident that they would be able to find a way to escape and all slowly losing that hope along their journey to the drow city. Spit and fire replaced, little by little, with each becoming resigned to their fate. 

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Althea felt somewhat cheered at Zed's confidence. "Then perhaps Orin will allow us to aid him in his pursuit of Straw."

Eyes adjusted somewhat to the dim light and now free from the ropes, the archer stood up and ran her fingers over the stone and mortar that made up the walls of their prison. She looked up at the daylight filtering in from the crack in the ceiling, wondering if it was a weak spot in the ceiling. "Think we could reach that?" she asked, pointing up.