The succubus just smiles, as Diadra babbles, quickly, before placing a finger on her lips. "Relax. I have a distraction, and, while it probably won't kill her, unfortunately, it will keep her busy, and away from you." She fumbles with picking the locks for a moment, before growling, and snapping it off of the wooden stockades, allowing Diadra to at least stand, working on the ones by her feet. "We'll get you out, and, if we can get your weapon back on the way out, maybe even kill a few, on our way out," she says, grinning, eventually freeing Diadra's legs, after about five minutes of work.