<div class="floatleft">(http://i1326.photobucket.com/albums/u649/wigglebiscuit/Lydia/HumeFemale_zps9b0dc3da.jpg)</div>Lydia assumes that the Headmistress is being figurative when she mentions the "key" to entering the Dungeon, but doubt fills her mind when she is transported and sees the rows of keys on the western wall. She does not, however, mistake the woman's words when she mentions choosing speed over opportunity. She has all the tools she needs to acquire food and water on the other side of the shimmering portal, and she is not about to tempt fate with the Void closing in on them--one brush with that abomination is quite enough.<br/><br/>Lydia takes off at a sprint toward the keys. She doesn't know where Kortny is, and can't concern herself with Esther. Once she is out of the arena, she can concern herself with alliances. For now, her only goal is avoiding the cruel harvest that is the Arena floor.<br/><br/>The armor clings nicely to her slender frame as she moves. The draft makes her feel as if she is nude, but she forces such thoughts from her mind; if people are admiring her as she darts across the sandy floor, so much the better. She can always do for another Patron.<br/><br/>Lydia wastes no more than a handful of seconds at the wall of keys. If they all look identical, she grabs a handful and heads back in the opposite direction, making straight for the portal. Even as she does, she knows it won't be this simple. It never is.