<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zVY4oSQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diero Nailo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14256531#msg14256531)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Slave Pent<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Slavery. Trying to plan an escape<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM, Leyana, Brihe,  Eidoma, others<br/><hr/><br/>Diero Nailo had never been a heavy sleeper; years helping to run a ship would help ease even the hardest addiction to a soft pillow. The scant amount of sleep he’d been able to steal away were less than even he was used to, but he could make it work better than most. Sure he was tired but he was used to working with worse; tired sure as hell beat hungover or bleeding out. And he could put up with just about anything so long it kept him moving towards the treasure of getting out of the godforsaken hellhole. He’d managed to heal and rest up just enough that he felt confident taking on a drow or two wouldn’t be suicide. Though that wouldn’t do much given the fact that it wasn’t just a single drow or two holding him and the rest of the slaver’s captive. So Diero waited and took in everything he could, trying to spot a pattern.<br/><br/>The call of ‘Bastard Boy’ did little to upset him; he’d been called much worse both above and below ground. Of course he’d shown a few of those talkers a thing or two about polite manners but he couldn’t exactly assault his captor. At Least not yet. He wanted to give the asshole a few new scars to remember him by but held back. Better to seem an agreeable slave, let their guards fall. He stood and walked towards where he knew Jorlan wanted him to go. He’d seen what happened to those who made the drow wait.<br/><br/>He did feel for the new girl, the human with a blue tongue, being called up to service. Hadn’t seen the girl sleep a wink since she came the day before so she had to running on the fumes of fumes. Especially since she was in the group with Brihe. Much as he appreciated her bostious nature and lovely body, he had a sneaking suspicion that being on the same crew with her might get him killed in a rather spectacular way. Least Leyana had some sense in her small frame; nicer than most of the pure elves he’d met to boot. It wasn’t as though he knew the other slaves like close friends but he’d always been a chatty sort and it wasn’t as though there was much else to do in the pens.<br/><br/><strong>“It’s better to live a few more days as a slave than to die today as one.”</strong>The words carried on the sentiment of Leyana’s, a reminder of what they could do with just alittle bit of planning, some ingenuity, and a good portion of luck. And of what they would lose if things went wrong.<strong>“My name’s Captain Diero. You’re a mage like me, aintcha?”</strong>There was something unspoken in that, a plan forming in his mind. He was making note of what everyone could do and trying to see how it might work out.<strong>"Work with me and I'm gonna make sure we can all get out"</strong>He spoke quietly to the others as the crew gathered.