Seeira sighed as he talked, he was actually very childish.
"Please, do not act stupid," Seeira said. "Just because I don't want to throw my life away doesn't mean I won't take a risk to make it better. You know that we couldn't have fought to get away, or ran, we would have been killed, but we can attempt an escape. There was zero chance of us living them, there is at least a chance now, no matter how small."
She got to her feet and stretched, she certainly felt stiff, as if she hadn't walked in a long time. She walked over to the door and looked out into the stone hallway. It was dim and wet, like the cell they were in, and only lit by a few torches along the walls. There were guards every ten feet, lining the walls, and about a hundred yards down to the left, the hallway turned, and about ten yards to the right there was a dead end, a blank stone wall. There was, of course, no doorknob inside the cell, but looking out, Seeira could see the one on the outside. it was far out of reach, even if the spaces between the bars had been wide enough for her arm, so even if one of them could pick locks, they wouldn't be able to reach it. But, unlike the rest of the cell, the knob, lock, and hinges of the door were not old, they looked new and strong.
As Seeira stepped back she noticed that all of her things were gone, the dagger she had hidden in her boot, her belt, and Claiomh's purse that he had given her, along with all of her jewelry and hair ties and pins.
She looked over to Claiomh. "Did they take all of your things too?" Not waiting for an answer, she continued. "The way out would be to the left, but there are guards every few feet, all heavily armed. I think that we will have to wait to be taken out to escape."
