It's only a moment later, but one of the hulking Quaggoth's passes the drow on the bridge with Austrahild beside them. Far more docile than the Drow guards they were still pretty strict about people sticking to the rules and even had a set of keys to let Austrahild back into the cell. Challanging them without a weapon seemed unwise, those claws might make holding a broom difficult but they would make short work of an unarmed torso.<br/><br/>"Mrgggh" the Quaggoth grumbled as a goodbye (Or maybe just on principle) as they locked the door again, the key sticking and needing a few wiggles. It was in bad need of a spot of oil, more rust than lock by this point. It watches the people in the cell with sad eyes for a few moments and then pads off back to the open cave the Quaggoth slept in.<br/><br/>