Past the burnt-out torch - it was quite hard to see in the darkness as it was - the sounds of snoring and coughing were all that were heard of the prisoners in the other cells, the two of them moving silently down the hall towards the stairs leading upwards into the narrow stone pathways above.  Freyja was leading the way towards the light above, and to their luck the torch-lined hallway had but six doors - three on each side - with one final door at the end.  The exit was likely at the end there, but the rest...<br/><br/>"They store confiscated items in one of the rooms." the tall woman whispered, her skin still chocolate-hued, her hair black... due to dirt alone, as spots of it seemed white, yet she didn't seem that old to have white hair "You take the left, I'll take the right, got it?  Be silent about it, okay?"