He waits patiently for Xarius to unshackle him, and then stands up rubbing his wrists and wincing ever so slightly. "Hopefully it'll be a pleasure," he says, "But not too much of one for my own safety." As soon as he can, he pokes his head outside the cell door, ears standing up andstraining to catch unmuffled sound from his surroundings- slipping over towards the desk, he begins rummaging through it while Xarius heads over to the next cell, heading back over to the catboy's side with what looks like a letter opener clutched in one hand. "Alright. Nice and easy," the drow breathes, tensing.<br/><br/>Unlocking it, there's a pregnant pause from inside as the lock goes [click]. The drow tenses, and stands... a bit to the side of the door. Swinging the door open in one jerk, a murderous hoof does not crack into Xarius's armor, or the head of the drow as he pokes it around the side of the door. The reason why soon becomes clear- this was actually two cells, with the wall knocked out between them, so that it can physically fit its occupant. A centaur stands awkwardly, her rump shoved against the wall connected to the drow's cell; one leg is bloody and injured, the chain around it having not given as easily as the wooden wall she kicked. Up front, craned around to see who has entered her cell, is a heavily tattooed centaur. Chestnut brown coat and a light, mocha-colored human skin blend smoothly into each other, with intricate darker brown tattoos decorating most of her back and arms that can be seen around her rags that are like the others'.<br/><br/>She's massive, too- her horse half could have come from a trained heavy knight's steed, and her human half is on its own a thickset woman's body. Black matted hair sways as she slumps on seeing the drow. "What is this?" She demands, in accented common. "Why does a guard have a prisoner unchained? Tell me!" She peers at them in the cell's darkness, and Xarius realizes that she can't actually see very well- one eye is milky and scarred, and the other squinting deeply to try to make out who's there.<br/><br/>The drow says, "Steady- he's just in a guard uniform, not a guard," before Xarius can repeat his explanation- the centaur slumps forward, head touching the far wall with a heaving sigh.<br/><br/>((m<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/uzxnDzt.jpg">http://i.imgur.com/uzxnDzt.jpg</a>mfor a centaur pic!  ))