Behind bars

"Aaaahahahaha."

"Are you done?", you ask the drow woman in front of you.

"Bwaaahaha omg!"

"I have now idea what that means."

"YOU?! On Lolth?! You actually managed to escape my little sis? You sure the thot that captured your buttbuddies was wearing some silly pirate's gimmick with a black widows mark on it? I mean you do look pretty busted, but for real?"

When you were in the city, and Paladin wasn't watching, you learned some thieves cant. Maybe this is something similar? Like the Underdark version? You have never heard anybody talk like this.

The drow interrogating you doesn't look like anything you have seen so far in this city. She's just over half the height of an average drow you'd say, even with the tall, black leather boots she's wearing. She's still taller than you though. She has a pretty, youthful face, even for a dark elf, and pink hair tied into two pigtails, sticking out from under a black, shiny officer's cap. The cap has an emblem depicting a black widow's mark in front. She wears the same mark on a black armband, wrapped around the upper sleeve of her black uniform. Each of her shining, polished buttons is depicting the mark as well. Her pants remind you of what you sometimes saw noble human woman wear, when they went horse riding.

Her proper and tidy attire forms a stark contrast to her behavior.

She is loud, she is giggling all the time, and she is half chewing, half sucking on some candy on a stick. Like those caramelized apples, you and your friends had at the fair. But rounder, smaller, and, going by the cracking sounds it makes when she chews on it, a lot harder.

As soon as the guards captured and brought you here, this weird woman came into your cell to interrogate you.

Not much sense in risking a beatdown, you thought, and told her what you deemed safe to tell her. Like who captured you and your friends. And you kept to yourself, what was not safe to tell her. Like how you managed to palm one of your lockpicks, when they **** you out of your clothes and into these ugly, grey, prisoner's rags.

You nod.

"K, I believe you. My sister is actually stupid enough to let even a clown like you get away. But do you even know what that means?"

You don't.

"That means I just GOTTA keep you around. Just imagine her face, when I parade you into every family meeting ever. She's going to be so pissed lol!" At that she starts her weird little laugh again, with her head slightly raised, one fist on her hips, the back of the other hand raised to her mouth.

"Know what? This can't wait. I gotta tell my fam right now. You just sit tight and I'll be back tomorrow."

And with that she bounces down the hallway.

"Don't do anything stupid!", she shouts from around the corner.

Oh I will do something stupid, you think, clenching the lockpick in your hand.

Will you?

Roll dexterity to pick the lock.