Out of the Abyss IC

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Borthan Zuek Half-Drow Ranger AC: 14 HP: 29/29 PP: 14 PIv: 9 PIs: 12 Conditions: Concentrating on: Sixth Day- Cell Borthan keeps quiet during the exchange between the two drow, but keeps his eyes on them. As ironic as it was based on his heritage, the dark elves were the underdark species that Borthan was least familiar with. He'd avoided them due to a healthy fear of their wicked, treacherous ways that the Gray Dwarves had instilled in him from a young age. He'd just begun hunting for them when he was first captured turning in a mark. He spoke their language, but he'd learned how from the dueregar as well. Still, he understood enough. One without hope, and one with spirit. Hopelessness was next to uselessness but spirit was needed to make this escape work. As the two finished their conversation, he spoke a few carefully chosen words in elvish, just loud enough for the room to hear clearly. Little change never hurt nobody. The cells certainly could use work. The Seventh Day- Cell Borthan advances quickly towards the orc and Faedryl, moving past Nilvae and attempting to interpose himself between the noble drow the orc. Alright, the first one's free but there won't be a round two. Not in this cave.. He would purposefully make himself a small target by turning sideways, arms down, ready in a slight crouch so that in an instant he can drop down and grab the knife. He hopes he doesn't have to because a secret knife is only useful if it is a secret, and wounds on the orc would probably tip off the guards. Still, he didn't intend to allow the brute to ruin what they'd been working toward. Take a few punches to the face, maybe, but not ruin the escape.

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Providing advantage on someone's check to get Ront to back down.