Ilya, still woozy, reaches for his dagger, only to find it gone. That realization sent a jolt through him, and he scrambled up, only to find himself in a... in a quite nice bed? In. In a cell.
Ilya was in a cell!!
He panicked for a short while, flailing around, before remembering that he knew how to pick locks.
As he walked up to the bars, he heard quite worrying sounds from further down the dark corridor.Shouts, impacts, and evil laughter. Ilya did not like that at all.
The young man inspected the lock, trying to detect if there were any magical enhancements to it.
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