<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/4CudsTT.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sister Victoria</strong></span>,Female Aasimar Rogue 3/Inquisitor 4 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2283527)<br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>42/42 -<strong>AC</strong>18, touch 13, flat-footed 15 -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 2/4 lv.2: 2/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: N'Trish, open<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>: disguised as guard<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: appraise lock, return torch to wall, leave cell area<br/><hr/><br/>Victoria raised a brow when the night skinned elf proclaimed her inability to see in the dark. What kind of drow couldn't see in the dark? She simply shrugged it off, no reason to go into it, "sorry, but for the time being safety trumps convenience" she said. Being outside the cells Victoria was in the most immediate danger if anyone came through, so in her mind it was more important that she had the cover of darkness than Trish being able to see.<br/><br/>While N'Trish'Ta tried to unlock the door from her side, Victoria was appraising the same lock from her end. However as she looked it over and prodded at it with one of her makeshift picks, she realized that it was beyond her ability to crack, at least with her current supplies, "I don't think I'll be able to get this open, sorry..." she said, looking at her cell mate through the eye slot, an apologetic look on her face, "I'll try to come back for you if I find the key" she said, being very deliberate in not<em>promising</em>to come back for her. As horrible as it may make her feel she couldn't afford to prioritize the dark elf's life over her own, so if it came down between being able to escape and coming back for her...<br/><br/>Closing the slider shut Victoria made her way back to her cell. She would roll the two orcs over into one of the corners of the cell, hopefully in the blindspot of whoever passed by, and placed the ever burning torch back on the wall, bringing the room back to it's original illumination. For a moment she considered taking the cowgirl with her, potentially use her as cover, but ultimately decided against it. With how much she was freaking out she'd just be a liability. With her disguise in place, the keys and sap hanging from her hip, and guisarme on her back, Victoria took a deep breath, and made her way down the hall, trying to recall what she had gleamed of the prison's layout.