Katia: Assess situation
Katia …
Katia, wake up!
Urngh …
Katia, are you all right? Check yourself over. No broken bones or anything, right?
None of my own, anyway …
Yeah, aside from some bruises, I'm all right. It looks like this pile of skeletons broke my fall.
Oh. Ouch.
I'm lucky one of these bones didn't impale me.
Katia, examine your surroundings.
Good idea.
It looks like a featureless brown cell, made of stone. Apart from the pile of bones, there are no accommodations, not even a bed. There's a set of bars at the front that look out into an equally featureless brown hallway.
You seem remarkably calm right now, Katia. Are you all right?
It's … not the first time I've been in a cell.
So, Katia … What was up with you and Dro'Sha up there?
I don't want to talk about Dro'Sha.
I don't know. I guess I took the act too far. I was so happy to have finally met one of my own kind who seemed like he might actually help me, that I guess I got carried away and didn't notice what a creep he was. When he touched me … ugh. He's a creep, a conman, an egotist, and now that I know he has a dungeon full of skeletons under his house, I suppose I can add psychopath to the list.
So, time to think about getting out of there?
Definitely.
The Khajiit's journey calls, to destiny she crawls, scaling the walls with well-sharpened claws …
I don't have well-sharpened claws. Even if I did, these walls are smooth as granite. I'm not climbing out of here.
See if you can break the bars. If no one's been down here for a while, they might be rusty.
The bars aren't in great condition, but they're sturdy enough, and the lock seems to be functional. I suppose that means someone does visit these cells once in a while. It could be worse—he could have dropped me into an oubliette.
Loot the bones. You might find something valuable, or even something you can use to escape.
These bones aren't hiding anything one wouldn't conceivably be carrying when they're unexpectedly dropped into a hole. There's nothing of value, but …
Yep. That's a Khajiit skull.
Do as the great Jack Sparrow did and pick the lock with a femur.
I don't know who that is, but it's worth a shot.
Nope, just as I thought, you can't actually fit a bone inside a prison lock. Even if you could, I'm not sure what it would accomplish.
Pick the lock with your claws.
Didn't I already say my claws are not well-sharpened? Besides, if that were possible, there wouldn't be so many Khajiit in jail right now.
Hey furhead, are you a wizard or aren't you? Cast Open Door and get the hell out of there.
Oh, right. I forgot I could do that.
The door's not opening. I guess it's too strong a lock for my magic.
Maybe you can blast through the bars with your fire.
It's no good. My flames don't actually get hot enough to melt iron.
Hey Katia, do you still have that lockpick?
…
Let us never speak of this again.
Well done, Katia. But be careful. You don't know what or who you'll run into down here.
Got it. The place is almost pitch dark—I'll use my nightvision and try to keep my footsteps quiet.
Whoa. Didn't expect that.
That's a fully intact skeleton. Say hi to him. Maybe he's got something useful to say.
"Um, hi. Nice to meet you."
…
"Sorry you got impaled on a spike."
…
"So, anything you can tell me about this dungeon?"
…
I think he said, "Watch out for the spikes."
So Dro'Sha booby traps his basement dungeon? Or did he pin that guy there for whatever sick reason? Either way, I have a feeling there's more going on than falsely imprisoning people.
Take a look around.
As far as I can see, this hall isn't actually that long. There are a few other cells here. At one end is a plain wooden door. At the other end …
Yeah, I don't want to think about what goes on in there.
Open the plain wooden door.
Looks like I found Dro'Sha's wine cellar.
This is the expensive wine he tried to serve me at dinner. There are whole casks of the stuff. I'd really like to grab a cup and open one of these spigots …
See if there's someone sealed in the walls.
That's not going to happen. If there are people in these walls, they can stay there.
Plan your next course of action. It's probably not smart to just walk up the stairs. You need to think of a way to escape without being seen.
Yeah, I have to confess I don't really know what to do from here.
I just need a moment to collect myself. Things haven't been particularly lucky for me, you know? At least this place is relatively safe, under the cover of darkness, and—
Someone just opened the stairway door.
