Neide:
"The North...", Neide sighed. Leaving Sefonia was not something she would be keen on doing. This country was her home...
Did she have any other choice, though? As she thought about it, Neide realized she didn't have one, not really. She had a really bad feeling about her chances of dealing with Aetkins' accusations successfully - also, considering what she had witnessed today, she started to realize that she just couldn't remain a part of Church of Alara...
"Alright", she said to the cleric, "I'll be going with you and Aden. But... how can I get out of here?"
The man smiles. "My dear. I serve Veles, the god of stone." He steps forward and pours some sort of oil all over and around the bottom of the barred window.
The bars are unaffected...
...But the stone and mortar underneath them turns to very wet mud.
Thanks to the force that draws things with weight to earth, there is, quickly, a growing mud puddle in the cell... and one three times as big in the alley outside, made up of the stones that were recently comprising the wall. Where they rested, there is now a hole in the wall that's four feet long and three feet wide, and growing.
The cleric extends his hand, to help Neide step out of the cell and into the alley.