Hild was pretty sure that the drow had only made her sweep out the kitchens and the mess hall because she had expressed a desire to do the hardest labor they could find. The frilly dress they had found for the paladin to wear while she did it only added insult to, well, insult, and following it up by unceremoniously dropping her back into the cells was adding... it was adding insult to insult to insult! (Sadly by the time she was within reach of biting the drow as well, the altercation with the deep gnome was already over.)<br/><br/>"A warrior's spirit can hardly endure such conditions," she grumbled to no one in particular as she was returned to her cell. There, at least, was one prisoner ready and eager to have her escape (or possibly revenge).<br/><br/>She eyed the mushroom soup like it was, well, entirely flavored by mushrooms. "Did you save any fire lichen?" she asked, half making conversation, "it would be welcome to have it instead of just... this."