Aelena

Aelena shrugs, as blood start filling her limbs again.
"Phew, thanks. I was starting to think I was blind, at the very least."

Looking around, she tries to see if the others are also prisoners, or this is some sort of setup. (Rolls in spoiler, below).

"As I said before, the name's Aelena. How may I call you all? I really don't like to address people as 'you'"

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Rolls:

Use as needed:
"Spot" - (1d20)[12]
"Sense Motive" - (1d20)[9]
"Diplomacy" - (1d20+3)[15]

OOC:
Do I discern anybody's gender? Aelena wouldn't be really comfortable were she the only girl.