Ciri frowns at the darkness that covers the area but kneels, feeling at the rocks that make up the cell wall nearest her and trying to discover if some might have loosened. She can remember hiding valuables in such places growing up but wonders if the prisoners here would have anything left to hide from whomever held them captive.

After a moment, she sighs and stands. This was useless without some form of light so that was most important first. She considers calling for one of the mages but instead the nearby area for a torch or lamp firstly.