The Elven woman's eyes flashed open at his sarcastic joke, a scowl painting her face as she chose to ignore his words. Not like she was particularly threatening in the cage anyway. She wasn't impressed by him at all, he seemed to be the kind that made a joke of everything. She'd known a couple of people like that in her time. The mage preferred quiet, especially when she had to think. Like now.<br/><br/>The woman looked around at her surroundings, nothing that could really work to her advantage. Passed out prisoners and trees. She grew frustrated, which didn't help when she was locked in a cage and couldn't vent her anger. Why did she deserve this? So she killed a number of guards. They've tortured her kind for decades. A few lives in return for hundreds. The demons weren't her fault either, it was her first time experimenting with blood magic, how was she to know? Then again, it was foolish, she knew that now. Anger had blinded her common sense. She would not dabble with the forbidden magic again.<br/><br/>Ester raised an eyebrow as the other awake prisoner began to jump around in his cage. What was his game plan? She turned to watch, an amused expression on her face. If he didn't succeed, it was at least a bit of entertainment in her last hours. And if he did... Well she was sure she could convince him to let her free. After all, he wouldn't get far in these woods without her help.<br/><br/>She didn't react much to him bashing against her cage. A snarl and a roll of her eyes was all she gave in return to his apology. Trying not to die? As if rolling around was going to accomplish anything. The next few moments surprised her though. He killed the first darkspawn that had appeared and managed to dent the cage - not that he had quite broken free yet.<br/><br/>The constant banging infuriated her. In the time it had taken him to make any progress she had sat down and was biting the parts of her sandwich that didn't have mold on them - which wasn't much of the sandwich at all. If they were going to keep her alive they could at least give her a nice meal to enjoy before her inevitable death. The tapping of the cage had become a rhythm, something she feared would haunt her even after she died. Oh, if only he'd stop. It wasn't going to-- oh.<br/><br/>In a quick flash he had appeared in front of her cage, picking the lock to release her. A strange act for a shemlen. She didn't say anything, instead standing up to ready herself to escape. The lock clicking was like music to her ears as she felt a wash of relief. So today wasn't the day she would die.<br/><br/>If she could escape the darkspawn.<br/><br/>Once he had finished killing the genlock that had creeped up behind him she stepped out of the cage, twisting her hands as an ember appeared in her hands. In another second, she sent the fire flying towards some hurlock that had begin to emerge from the treeline. It erupted into a burst flames, killing them off in one blow. She was pleased that she could still cast whilst her wrists were bound together.