<i>What's this then?</i>Celestine turned and saw the Forsaken man standing right besides her. It startled her for a moment, but not like the creature downstairs had. The man seemed calm, and she was quite certain she hadn't done anything to piss him off. Celestine feigned a smile — not like the poor attempt she had had with the orc downstairs, but a real smile based on an affected emotion.<br/><br/>She had a feeling the elf was trying to hide something from the rogue, but wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps it was the words he had spoken to her just a moment ago. That, and the lock to the room was smashed.<br/><br/><i>I'll promise to stay put this time,</i>she formed the words in her mind, as if speaking to the elf,<i>I'll be your prisoner, I'll be anything you want.</i>Celestine grinned. Yes, she could lie, hint of an explanation for the broken lock, suggest it was just another room. But for all she knew, neither of the men appeared exactly friendly towards her. And were quite possibly smarter than that. She took a step backwards, out of the rogue's way.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">I'm sorry but I cannot simply walk away. Surely you wouldn't mind if I simply pop my head into the door way and take a quick look. It is a very important matter.</span>"<br/><br/>—<br/><br/>Celestine stood a good few feet from the door already when she heard the sound of something smashing against the curious rogue.<i>Now, run,</i>she decided, and took a step backwards.<i>No, no, don't run, don't run... Not with these, for the Light's sake!</i>She stopped, trying to seem like she wasn't really trying to flee after all. The black high heelers had several tight straps around her ankles, and removing them would take way too long to even consider it an option.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>