One of the inmates came to mind, Priscilla. You had very little interaction with her before, but you knew she was pretty handy with spells and potions, that's what winded her up in this joint. Perhaps her knowledge of such could aid in your escape?
You carefully made your way down the hall towards her cell, slipping in unnoticed. You had always been good at sneaking around. The orc giantess was sitting on her thin mattress in the corner, grumbling to herself in her sleep. A table sat on the other side of the room, but it was too high up for you to see if there was anything on it. You approached the bed and climbed it, reaching Priscilla's pale face and jabbing her in the nose. Her giant eye flickered open to stare down at you, annoyed.
"Wade." She boomed, nearly blowing you away with her voice. "The only human in this rothole. What do you want, disturbing my sleep?"
"I need your help gettin' outta here, Priscilla." You said, hopping off the bed to the floor so you wouldn't get crushed by her movements. She got up, slamming both feet down beside you, towering overhead.
"And why would I help you?"
"Because...I can get you out too. Once I'm out, I'll send some of my boys to come back and help you." You lied right through your teeth. You severely doubted there was even a human team that would dare step foot in here.
"..."
"C'mon, you can trust me."
"...Alright." She knelt down, lifting up her matress carefully and discreetly, making sure no guards were patrolling outside. A whole stash of herbs, spices, potion bottles, and glowing runes greeted you.
"I've been smuggling in some supplies. I could scrounge together something to help you."
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