<b>The Barge</b><br/><br/>Hearing the orc leader planning to kill the driver, Lydia sighs. She racks her brain for some way to argue for the driver's use to the orcs, but doesn't come up with anything promising. She could Message him and tell him to play dead - then Minor Illusion an arrow into his side ... but the orcs would surely look for the attacker, and the illusion would wear off before the driver was safe. She probably couldn't even get him a head start, not more than a few feet anyhow. And they were seven orcs and he wasn't a spring chicken.<br/><br/>She could duplicate Grull's voice, tell them he changed his mind ... but Grull would hear it too and just countermand it. She could make the driver look kind of like an orc, a short, squat one anyhow ... but even they weren't dumb enough to be more than briefly fooled by stranger-orc-out-of-nowhere. And of course, the driver himself would probably be just as confused as they were and squander much or all of the distraction value. Again, a few steps at best. And in either case, Grull would know magic was at work, and his ire would turn to her.<br/><br/>Well, she tried anyhow. Or more precisely, she considered trying, which is much the same thing. Lydia's conscience isn't exactly an enormous obstacle.<br/><br/>While being carried into Grull's room, Lydia takes the opportunity to twitch her hands, causing an illusory gag to appear in her mouth. She lets them bind her wrists, protesting with only a<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Mmf mrrrmr hrm!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> </span>to sell the fake gag.<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div>Wriggling her way out of the bonds after a few moments, Lydia glances around the room. She collects everything that looks like laundry and gives it a quick insta-cleaning with the Prestidigitation cantrip - many an apprentice's favorite cantrip, rendering a lot of 'slave' chores into trivial tasks - before arranging the clothing neatly and looking around for something to serve as food.<br/><br/>Assuming she finds anything, she starts setting out a light meal for Grull when he arrives at the cabin. If there's sufficient quantity of alcoholic beverage, she pours herself a glass and sits down, sipping lightly at it with her feet up on whatever passes for a table in the room, as she waits for the ship's master to arrive.