Stena, you place the bowl of broth near the myconid and step back. After a few minutes, a fungal tendril extends from under the cap, reaching out towards the bowl and inserting itself hesitantly into the broth.

"Why waste food on food?", Ront grumbles, and begins stomping in the direction of the myconid, which quickly retracts the tendril and shuffles back from the partially full bowl.

"Aye will break ye bone by bone orc. Sit back down."

She will move between Ront and the myconid. She'll shoot Eldeth a glance but isn't concerned in the slightest that a dwarf will have her back.

Galingal listens to the orc and the response from the dwarf, Stena.

The orc is trouble, Galingal thinks. He should be killed. Better that than the continual problems. But until he can see, Galingal lets it go.

Lex stands, planting herself firmly between Ront and the myconid. "You want a repeat of last time? You hurt anyone in here, I hurt you. I don't care what the guards do to me."

Intimidation: 13

"Ront don't listen to scrawny little dwarf. Dwarves. Out of way."

He looks at both Stena and Eldeth, apparently discounting their more lithe dwarven forms.

He makes to brush past her to get to the myconid's broth.

((Kind of assuming that's not something Stena is gonna let slide, so if she's doing anything that would require initiative, go ahead and post and roll it.))

As Lex steps into his path, he looks around, aware of the eyes on him, and puffs himself up a bit before turning and walking over to sit against the wall.

"Was just doing joke...", he grumbles. It's clear to everyone watching that he had zero interest in tangling with Lex.

Intimidation: 12

Stena readies to attack the larger orc when Lex steps in between them leaving her with a view of Lex's back.

Gritting her teeth she steps to the side of Lex to glare at Ront.

Once Ront has backed off she'll, ignoring Lex, move new the myconid and whispers,

"It's okay, keep eating."

Thom's attention shifts from the scarred drow and the prisoner whispering to the action with the orc and the 2 dwarves, and then he really perks up when Lex gets involved. Thom remained against the wall during all of this, and in his mind he thought that the dwarves named Stena and Eldeth along with Lex would've been able to handle the orc. Thom is glad though when the orc stands down and goes and sits back down. He kind of just shakes his head at the orc in annoyance and then shifts his attention back to the guard watch tower across the bridge. How many of them in there? 

Lex and Stena:

 Thom:

You know that there are typically three on watch over there, though they aren't all standing there staring intently into the slave pens. There's pretty much always one with line of sight to the slave pen, though their watch is sometimes more casual glances over here every now and then.

Galingal waits until the food has been delivered and the drow have left then he makes his way to what he thinks is the middle of the cell, back to where he's sure the cell door is and begins speaking.

"Sarith," Galingal begins in his accented elvish. "What was said? What does bitter drow want?"

He pauses, waiting to make sure he does not hear drow guards.

"What is Shoor?"

Stena pauses then turns to look at the myconid, Stool, and smiles.

In quiet undercommon,

The drow finishes his broth and stands, gently taking Galingal's elbow, speaking in elvish.

 He guides Galingal closer to where Lex is, replying softly to your query in Undercommon.

 Stena 

Elsewhere, Jimjar seems to be trying to talk Shuushar into a wager, but the placid fishman doesn't seem to be much of a gambler. The twins are huddled together, sipping their broth and whispering back and forth. Ront is sulking, and Buppido is telling the Prince a story, while the quaggoth seems to be doing his best to ignore the derro's cheerful patter.

Galingal does his best to listen to Sarith's words but has to shake his head.

"I know not this language," Galingal finally says.

But assuming Lex gives the gist of the conversation, Galingal holds up his manacled hands and tugs at the mask on his face.

"Being sold as slave, bound, blind," Galingal says. "If Jorlan make trick, how get worse? Kill worse. Don't want to go back. But much trouble do like this. Just kill easier."

In a whispered reply to Stool in undercommon,

 Stena gauges how fast she thinks Stool can run before turning to scan the room.

Her eyes linger, and narrow, on the whispered conversation between the drow, masked elf and Lex.

She will move over to Eldeth and whisper in dwarven what she learned about Stool.

A lot has happened in a relatively short space of time…

Lia observes the interaction between the drow prisoner and the scarred guard…

She observes the orc being shut down by the dwarves and Lex.

The interactions with the myconid.

She sees Lex and Galingal speak with the drow prisoner.

Much of the talk is in languages she doesn’t know…

She alternates between pacing a large oval around the cell, watching all these going’s on, and sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, rocking, and humming to herself, or tapping a simple beat with her fingers on her knees.

((Mard!!))

The drow is speaking softly, but not whispering to where other folks in the slave pens can't hear, and Jimjar steps in to take up the role of translator from Undercommon to Common.

"Sarith here says that Jorlan, the scarred fellow has offered to help us escape... five gold says he's just messing with us! Said he's upset with Mistress Ilvara and her new sweetie, and us getting loose makes her look bad."

He listens to Galingal, "Ummm I think I got... most of that."

Jimjar speaks in Undercommon:

Sarith rubs his head and considers before responding in Undercommon:

Jimjar tranlates into Common, "Us getting free of the drow entirely makes Ilvara and Shoor look the worst, Sarith here thinks that's what Jorlan would prefer, but I agree that we wouldn't be able to expect him to stick his neck out for us beyond that. If we get caught making our escape, I bet Jorlan is picking up a blade right along with the others."

Stena converses with Stool:

 He trundles over to the bowl and extend the tendril again, lapping up the broth.

Stena, you'd reckon that even if Stool were to sprint, he'd be hard pressed to keep up with your walking pace. Of all the prisoners, he's the least suited for a swift get away.

Eldeth replies in dwarven:

Thom is sitting with his back against the wall, listening to 'Jimjar' the gnome who Thom hasn't met yet translating this apparent potential escape using something about some type of drama between the scarred drow and some other drows.

Drow drama.

yeh. whatever works, mates he whispers as he waits to see how the rest of this conversation plays out. He can't understand a lot of it, and is still curious about the dwarves talking as well as the fungus thing that Stena called a 'Myconid', but he's getting a bit excited here at a potential escape.

He looks at 'La' to make sure she's paying attention and he says to her "soon" and makes a scissors motion near his neck.

Lastly, Thom says to Jimjar, in common "so, what, is the Jorlan fella just gonna leave the door open for us and we make a break for it? I mean, I'm up for anything, just want to know."

"Up for anything! That's the spirit, my boy! Let me ask."

There's a brief exchange between him and the drow.

"He says that Jorlan didn't say, just 'soon', and wanted to make sure we are all on board. Guess if he does toss them open, he doesn't want us just to be sitting in here when someone happens along to lock it back up! HA! Ummmm... don't take this the wrong way, but does that... hat hold sentimental value? I think we'll need to leave it behind, or they'll know when we scoot just by smell alone."

‘Soon’, he’d said… Lia nods back to Thom and adds a thumbs up.

A little of today’s mushroom-water (mixed with a little of the rest of the week’s mushroom water) drools out of the proboscis protruding from Lia’s retched gag-device.

She looks like she’ll be glad to be rid of the thing.

"Sentimental value?! Are ye mad?!"

Thom wants to rip the rabbits off. He's done with them. He should be able to do that even with the chains, yes? If so, he does just that, and then throws them where someone isn't sitting in kind of a fit of frustration. 

"no. none whatsoever." he responds.

((I hope I don't regret that!!))