<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/33/f3/ce/33f3ce3addaf86e03eb12dd5d917372e.jpg)</div><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ratty</span></span></em><br/>Female Half-Orc Ranger/Eldritch Archer 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291828.msg14330718#msg14330718)<br/>HP: 10 | AC: 14 | Init: +4 | Status: Underweight. Fatigued<br/>Location: Northern Women’s Cell<br/>Tagging: Female Inmates, mentions of<strong>Mr. Langley</strong>| Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>TLDR - Ratty grabs a handful of dirt/dust from the floor. Holding position. </em><br/>Initiative: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124039)<br/><br/>Ratty had been watching the proceedings with a mixture of amusement and curiousity. The inmates of the prison may have put a caution in her, but that did not stop her from finding relief in their antics. They were all much different from one another, with different ways of dealing with each other and with the guards. Observation and people watching were the few things that actually offered medicine for her sanity in the gods-forsaken prison.<br/><br/>The mood changed dramatically with Langley’s threat- the rat splatted on the floor- the echo of a voice down the corridorr, of approaching men. Footsteps on hard stone. From her position on the floor,<strong>Ratty grabbed up loose dirt, dust (and who knew what else had been ground into the stone) and clenched it tightly in her fist.</strong>Between this, and the horns outside, she wasn’t taking any risks.<br/><br/>“What’s that?” She finally uttered to anyone that would listen, voice cracking “What’s going on out there?”