Swiftly freeing himself from his bonds, and his head rapidly clearing, the tiefling clambers to his feet. He does a quick inventory of himself and the closet, searching for a weapon some kind.
Even if I ain't got no weapon, I can still remember a spell or two that'll mess up their day just nicely...
Spoiler: OOCSo, what have I got on me, and what can I find in the closet?