Re: A1: Slave Pits of the Undercity
The orcs that still uselessly clutched their weapons even in their entanglement drop them. One of them points at a metallic ring on the ground - it is a set of keys, one for each of the cells. About time! I was beginning to think I was going to rot in this cell forever. Wait... Limos, is that you? The spy quickly moves up to the cell and kneels. "Lady Alina! I've gathered these men to rescue you. Forgive the delay, but as you've surely seen, the enemies in our way were numerous. But you need not fear, these brave knights slew them all! With haste, now, open the cell."
The swordswoman mutters something. "Well, I don't know the details, but I think she was a gladiatorial champion of some kind", the slaver says. "Killed a manticore with her bare hands, or so they said."