Ooc: Did they leave me my armor, or am I just in my clothes? And did they leave me my Holly and Mistletoe? Unless they know I'm a druid, and thus that it's my divine focus, it'd just be a sprig of greenery.

If I have it, prepared spells as follows:
0th-
Cure Minor Wounds x3, Know Direction
1st-
Cure Light Wound x2, Shilleagh
2nd-
Flame Blade, Soften Earth and Stone
If I don't have it, prepare as follows:
0th-
Cure Minor Wounds x3, Know Direction
1st-
Cure Light Wound x2, Obscuring mist
2nd-
Produce Flame, Charm Person or Animal
In character:
Nameroc's heart pounds in his ears. It's all moving too fast, too fast!
So much for planning. Now about half the hallway's living tenants are marked for death, if what happened to that old Elf is any marker. He hasn't said anything thus far; years in the deep woods have not bred a habit of flapping his jaw. The shouts and cries and chattering of the others have grated on his ears, adding insult to injury. Dammit, he was used to being
free, with nothing but the sky and the trees above him and the soft earth beneath his feet... now he's in a cell, with worked (to his mind,
imprisoned) stone and harsh metal bars and not a bit of greenery in sight!
His hands clench into fists [around the mistletoe], and he calms his mind, ready for whatever happens.
game terms:
If this actually gets to the point of rolling intiative, Nameroc will attempt to
charm the guard before anything nasty happens to him, or, if he has the holly, cast
Soften Earth and Stone, attempting to turn the rock immediatly under the bars to clay so that people can dig out under. He will attempt to do this to the cells of himself, then Thock, then Al'quien, then Avan, and then the rest of the prisoners. (He can affect 30 sq. feet, 1-4 feet deep; spell description pg. 253 PHB).