Rayne backed up and admired her morbid handiwork in the dim light of her candle - "excellent" she murmured, then turned to the chests.<br/><br/>Stymied by the keys, she then bit her lip in indecision.  It wasn't too much longer before the patrol would likely check on the cells again.  She could try to grab everything - if her picking skills were up to the task - and carry it all to Sylvia, but what if the jailors could then see that the two women had bulging inventories?  Or they could start their escape now... but Rayne would want to free at least the Harpy first, and there wasn't time for that.<br/><br/>Besides, she felt an odd distaste at the thought of taking someone else's inventory in this way - as if it was a terribly rude intrusion into a private affair.  That was ridiculous, and no doubt Sylvia would ask her to do so if she were here.  And yet... Rayne touched her own chest, eyeing the lock.<br/><br/>There was one other factor.  The magical aura on every chest - she wasn't even certain if they were all identical.  They might simply be to prevent thieves from locating the most attractive targets.  Or they might trigger an alarm - and then she'd still have to open the other, and find Sylvia, while dwarven guards no doubt would be racing to the scene.<br/><br/>"No..." she stood straighter, then began testing the keys in the lock.  Obviously the dead clerk had been able to lock it from inside, so she could work out which key fit this door.  Then, befitting her new Moriarty status, she and Sylvia would hide where none would expect - in their own cells, all innocent-like - until the next patrol passed.  Then she could release all the prisoners, come here together with Sylvia for their gear, and make a proper break.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened - she even had an idea of how to get out, now that she thought about it!  But it would all be ruined if their freedom were discovered now.  She had to get her and Sylvia back to their cells.<br/><br/>She made mental note of the "valuable" chest so she could find it again, then stuffed the little piece of paper back in the dwarf's pocket.  Then, carefully, she set the candle down on its side - choosing a patch of floor where it could not possibly set anything else on fire!  Then she cast<em>haste</em>on herself, slipped out, locked the door, and returned to the cell room - just to peek in to see if Sylvia was already back, without being seen by the others.