Cautiously, the succubus pokes her cell door and it opens just an inch or so into the hallway without even a whisper of sound. At the end of the hallway is a sandy-haired human guard sitting down in chainmail, a sword and shield on the table; he's doing paperwork on the table at the moment, and doesn't notice the slight disturbance in the hall. The 'prison' seems to be built as one hallway running half the length of the narrow ship, with ten 'cells', each one a thick door. At the end is a desk and a currently empty rack of weapons. Lanterns hung in the hall give a little too much light for her to be comfortable with just boldly walking out and approaching the guard without being seen, however. Delia can feel a tingle on her scalp as it pokes into the doorway and out into the hall, the welcome feeling of magic trying to return to her yet held at bay by the field in the cells. Also coming in through the door are the less welcome smells of unwashed people packed into small rooms with a sometimes queasily pitching ship and little care from the guards other than to toss in food every so often... but under it at the very edge of her senses is the welcome smell of salty, fresh air. And, of course, food, in the person of the unaware guard right there- her stomach growls eagerly just at the sight of him. Probably a farm boy, raised healthy and wholesome, with a few years' military training keeping him nice and strong. Delia can practically taste him already... but how to get to him without him yelling loudly enough to alert the entire ship?<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/382861">Perception Check</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span>))