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CHYOA Guru
There are a few empty cells, and dragging the woman isn't too much of a hassle, luckily. Opening the door to the supply closet, she sees the guards that were guarding the slave pens, all butchered with sword wounds.
"Tsk." Vizelle scowled as she saw her dead men, but soon enough regains her composure. "Fuuu... really now. Who'd try and attack at a time like this?" She said to herself, taking a deep breath as she gives it her all to hide her psionic presense. The sorceress then starts to make her way up, slowly to make sure she isn't spotted.