Meanwhile...Fairin the Wizard and
Elleanor the Rogue wake up groggily in a prison cell, accommodations courtesy of a local Kenku Warlord named 'Craw'. He owns the largest and most stable real estate in the port of ample, the much contested 'Keep' that occupies the central ring. And, as might be guessed, he's not terribly nice to visitors. They've been stripped of everything except their clothes, thankfully.
Search Check 15+5 vs Sleight of Hand 17+9=26
Elleanor has a small smile of her own, though, since she managed to slip a small item onto her person that they were not able to find.
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How they ended up there is their own story to tell. How they're going to escape has yet been decided...
There's not much here-half of the room is bare stone, with no accoutrements but a few gnawed bones, and broken cookware. The other half is cracked flooring, dangerously teetering into the abyss-already the floor sags, as if merely minor pressure will plummet all occupants to their doom in the endless expanse of sky. A heavy door made of steel command the North wall, looking depressingly heavy, shiny and well made. Apparently Craw is somewhat more saavy in his profession than most. There is a small slot about eye height, one could fit a hand through-but it can't be opened from the inside.
The pair stares at each other awkwardly.
A guard trumps past the room, singing in an ugly voice. He sounds like an Orc.
"...There once was a wom-an, as fair as the evening, of springtime in the old Stros Mika..."((@Kansa: I took the liberty of rolling your sleight of hand, and I'll let you choose any small object that Elleanor might have swiped before they arrested her. It's up to your backstory why exactly you're here though, but I can furnish that if needed.))
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