20 (natural). She finds a dagger

Lygia nearly jumps for joy. The moonlight glints off the blade of a small dagger. Someone must have dropped it as they were leaving her here. Perhaps intentionally, she hopes. She positions the dagger so that she can cut the ropes that bind her, freeing her hands and arming her for her journey. It may not be much, but it’s something. The forest is, afterall, very dangerous to one of the virgins the elves leave in its clutches.

Looking up at the sky, Lygia has a decision to make: does she rest until the sun is up or begin her journey at night?