<strong>In the cells:</strong><br/><br/>A gnome woman who appears to be as milky pale as the hair that adorns her head. With those bright gold eyes she seems like an oddity to every other captive in the small cell.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nyci</div><div class="spoiler_body">(During the aforementioned incident where your captors made you stack and restack rope ad nauseum, you managed to sneak away a small scrap of silk, 5-feet of rope that you’ve hidden in a crevice in the cell. During your capture, you’ve been troubled by strange dreams, even odder than those frequented by the massive serpent that seems to stalk your thoughts. At first blush, you think these are scenes of your home, but looking closer reveals your loved ones covered in odd, rupturing pustules that seem to spew spores towards you before you awaken with a start.)</div></div><br/><br/>A slender, auburn-haired human woman who’s still getting her bearings after her capture, still trying to examine the group around her, having been dragged into the cell in a poisoned daze only a day before.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sophia</div><div class="spoiler_body">(It’s only been a day since you’ve been captured. Grasping for anything while the poison took hold, in a delirium in the back of the cart they loaded you into, you managed to grip hold of a small gold coin, a strange flame insignia you don’t recognize stamped on the back)</div></div><br/><br/>A wood elf who appears to be light on her feet. It seems as though she’s been here for a while and manages to keep her eye out while moving around the prison.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Niva</div><div class="spoiler_body">(It’s good that you have such nimble fingers. During the week or so you’ve been captured, it’s difficult to mark the passage of time, you have managed to pluck a poisoned bolt out of the thigh-quivers of one of the guards. Somehow you’ve kept it hidden away.)</div></div><br/><br/>A squat, bald male creature with bright white eyes and a white tufted beard. He’s appears somewhat like a sinewy Dwarf, and speaks eagerly with a few others in captivity.<br/><br/><br/>A massive, shaggy creature of the same species as some of the muscle the drow guards keep around the prison. Unlike his kin, he keeps a curiously disdainful, refined look on his face. He  carries himself in a strangely delicate way, muttering to himself in elvish curses as the drow pull him around.<br/><br/><br/>A small, ginger Dwarf woman who folds her arms, trying to stop herself from saying anything at all. She keeps a stern face, but there’s fright in her eyes as she looks at anyone.<br/><br/><br/>A bald deep gnome who always seems to be chatting up those who will listen, nudging any in the ring of prisoners who speak Undercommon and regaling them with stories of his past gambling triumphs.<br/><br/><br/>A sullen male drow who, thus far, rebuffs any attempts at speaking to him. Instead, he seems to accept his place near the edge of the pits looking out over the webs, waking up with the odd spasm and small shout every few hours when he tries to sleep.<br/><br/><br/>A portly creature that whose features appear to be a mix of amphibian and fish-like. During his imprisonment, he’s constructed small beads of paper and mud that he wears around his neck. He spends most of the time with his back as close to the hiss of the water as he can find it, his palms flat on his knees, meditating.<br/><br/><br/>An untalkative male deep gnome. He only ever seems to whisper to the female deep gnome who’s currently out on labor duty, which caused your captors to split them up. He’s bald, but bears a heavier tuft of hair behind his ears and along his chin.