Natacia slumps against the wall, panting heavily. She managed to survive again, barely. Her opponent hadn't technically been trying to kill her, but...being captured probably would have been worse. Once she catches her breath she goes to examine the strange woman she had fought. Was this the warden? It seemed unlikely, wouldn't the captured woman have said something about her odd appearance? She frowns, taking a closer look...the strange reptile woman's hair seemed a bit unnatural for such a being...<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: schnookums rolled: 1d20, adding 6 to the total<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 15,<br/>Total: 21</div></div>