Cris watched as the man, easily twice her size, was sent sprawling by her well placed kick, surprised at how successful her attack had worked out. She hadn't thought it...well she hadn't really thought anything, she just wanted to help, wanted this horrible trial to end, and she was shocked at herself for what she had done. To strike a guard, in service to the Dark Prince? Well she would answer for her crimes, though perhaps not in the way her teachings had led her to believe. She was starting to realize that the reality of the faith was more complex than the priest had made them out to be.<br/><br/>For now with the immediate threat of the guard gone, and so she approached the blonde haired girl, reaching out gently to lay an arm on her shoulder "Let me have the dagger," The bindings were far too strong for Cris to break them by force, and she doubted she could pick the lock with a dagger, the point wasn't nearly thin enough, but what else could she do? Her savior wasn't helping anymore, and so she clasped the weapon and first tried her best to force it into the lock, then tried to turn it. Here goes nothing...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: LisztesFerenc rolled: 1d20, adding +9 to the total<br/>Comment: Criss Disable device check<br/>Result: 11, <br/>Total: 20</div></div>