Kayla stormed up to the grill. "Let me put it this way fire elf, I think I know a way out of this place for all three of us. But I will not release a prisoner I know nothing about. For all I know you are an assassin or a rapist or a spy with the secrets of my people. Unless you share the reasons for you being here.... and convince us both of the truth of them, we'll all rot down here until the council deems it fit for us to emerge. Or until doom comes to us all. The guard patrols are extemely leisurely exactly because they know how impossible it is to break free, but they will return and our time is short. So get talking!". She finished ominously, her words of doom seeming to echo unnaturally about the corridor.