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Vadania waited until Danairia returned from her match before making so much as a peep from her cell. She stubbornly declined the evening meal if it could have been called such. The dark elf counted down the hours until the moon was likely overhead before rising from her cot. Vadania quickly retrieved the lockpick she had hidden earlier that day and carefully examined the cell door.

It was only a few brief seconds later that Vadania was carefully opening the door. It swung only far enough for her slender form to squeeze through, so rebellious hinges would not wake any of her neighbors. Vadania slinked through the shadows of the corridor until she found Danairia's cell. She crossed her arms and quietly hummed in thought.

On one hand, Vadania could wake Danairia up and take her with in tonight's excursion. However, this particular mission required stealth, and Vadania could not discern the other elf's aptitude in the area. She could not afford to be caught in such a trivial task.

The second option was to continue with this step alone. Vadania could locate the larder without too much difficulty. It would likely be in a central location or near the barracks. However, Vadania would just be aimlessly wandering the halls until she encountered a sign or staff she could follow. After she returned, though, she and Dani could escape to find their gear. Vadania figured the chances of encountering trouble would be higher in that part of the plan.

So Vadania continued down the hallway towards the entrance of the prison - or maybe slave quarters? - and checked for any guards. When Vadania was satisfied that she was alone, she crept down the hall with her knees bent and her ears on a swivel.