A couple of hours passed after Songrin fell asleep, and in that time, Ericson spent time just thinking to himself. His thoughts started at plans to escape, then turned to ways to convince guards to set him free, and after a long spiral of thoughts just ended up on what he wanted to eat. While sitting on the mental image of a nice bone in rib-eye, a noise stirred him from his thoughts. 

A door opened from the hallway outside the cell, and footsteps were approaching. Eric leaned to his side as far as he could to try an catch a view of whoever was entering. From the sounds of clanking metal, he could tell it was some kind of guard.

Soon, the figure stepped into the moonlight shining through the barred windows, and it was the half orc girl that sliced Eric's leg open. She was carrying two metal trays with some undesirable food on them, and the only weapon she possessed was a shortsword fastened to her side. 

No keys. 

Eric leaned back against the wall, feeling a little disheartened. "Well, if it isn't the girl that tried to end me. Come back to finish the job?" Eric sarcastically swung his head, in fake desperation.

"Yes, it is I, killer of legs." Said the girl, "I've been tasked with taking care of y'all, so here's your food." She walked closer, stopping at the bars.

"Well, thigh-slicer, I don't think you've noticed this but we're kinda chained up right now. What, are you gonna spoon feed us? Even then you don't have any keys with you to enter this cell." Eric's voice was layered with sarcasm and just a tinge of hate if you could believe it or not. 

The girl stared daggers at him, then said, "Keys?" She said this while reaching into a satchel to her side, and pulls out a round piece of clay with some carvings in it. She places the carvings onto the door of the cell, and it softly glowed a yellow light in the shape of a rune before the door unlocked.

"The guards have bad histories with metal keys, but these things," she held up the round piece of clay, "much more reliable." 

Eric sat surprised. His stomach made a fierce roaring sound in the silence as the girl walked in and started to lay out the meals.

"I can see your setting up the trays. y'know, if you undid these manacles I could help!" Said Eric sarcastically with extremely overdone puppy dog eyes. He could've sworn he saw her smirk.

She turned to the two guys and walked closer. "He finally asleep?" She said, pointing a finger at Songrin.

"Yeah, but I'm sure he'd appreciate being woken up for food time."

The girl tucked the piece of clay away, and took out a small metal pole, pushing it into a depression in the back of Songrin's manacles. Songrin immediately slumped forward, colliding with the girl.

"HEY! Off!" She quickly shoved him away.

"The sleepy elf prince awakens!" Exclaimed Songrin as he rubbed his eyes as best he could. After the pole, his hands were still manacled, just detached from the wall's chain. 

After doing the same to Eric, she motioned for them to eat, which they did heartily. In between bites, Songrin asks the girl, "so, what's your name?"

After a bit a suspicious silence and narrowed eyes, she answered, "Dahlia. You?"

"Well, I'm Songr-"

Eric immediately interrupted, muttering, "what a pretty name for someone so bloodthirsty." 

Dahlia was quiet for a moment. Suddenly she spoke, "if it makes you feel better, that was an accident. I didn't mean to hit an artery or something, I was just doing a blinded swing and I hit too high." 

They ate in relative silence, Songrin being strangely kind to the guard, and after they finished their meal Dahlia picked up the plates, chained them back to the wall, and left.

"Well that tasted like shit." Exclaimed Eric

"Agreed." Said Songrin. "Hey, weird question; how good are you at dislocating your thumb?"

"Eeeeexcuse me?" 

"You heard me. Let me say it in different words. How good are you with dealing with extreme pain?"

"Uhhhh.... Yeah no I'm not doing that." 

Songrin's head slumped, "well there goes that option." After a moment of silence, Songrin lifted his head and proposed, "hey, let's make a bet."

This immediately interested Eric, "a bet? Well... what kind of bet?"

Songrin smirked and continued, "we make a bet of who the next guard to enter this room for any reason is either that girl, Dahlia, or a different one." 

Eric pondered the request. "What does the winner get?"

"A good feeling."

"....and the loser?"

Still smiling, Songrin faced Eric and said, "they're going to go through some serious pain in order for the both of us to escape!" 

Eric thought it over. It was risky, involved a chance of harm to himself, and if he said no he would be stuck here, eventually getting thrown in a high end jail. "....that is maybe the best thing you've said yet. Let do it! I'll let you choose the coin flip." 

Songrin thought to himself for a long time. "I'm going to say the next guard to enter WILL be dahlia."

Eric sighed, "I was gonna guess that too, but it turns out it's the wrong choice. Just you watch." 

"Pfft."