Part 1: Prisoners of the Drow

"Ah yes, the guards here are very concerned for the safety of the prisoners. I am sure they will rush right in if somebody is playing dead." Ardulaer replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "No, I think we must play to their stronger emotions; lust and avarice. Since they haven't tried to take advantage of me before now there must be something preventing that avenue, so we need to go with greed."

"Fortunately I have studied some arcane lore, purely for my own amusement. With my hands free I could now conjure the image of a gold coin, then pretend to hide it when the guard sees. He will come for it if he doesn't suspect collusion, so the first part of the plan is to make a show of the rest of you mistreating me. Uplanders abusing a drow should be believable, I think."

"Or we can slaughter one of the twins since there is two of them, of course."

Janko added to Ardulaer's sarcasm. Though, he thought that if this coin trick doesn't work... killing someone to cause a distraction is an option. Ideally though, he would rather no prisoners die until he has a clean get away.

"I can slur at you in Undercommon, make it sound believable for them to understand. Just don't know how over the top you want me to go..."

The bard started to play the roll over dramatic in his head, as if it were a scene out of a play. His head's throbbing returned for a moment, causing his right eye to wince slightly.

"Nobody is killing anyone, unless it's a guard and that is only as a last resort"

Braegar glares at Janko

"Anyway, my idea wasn't to make the sympathise with the gnome more to draw them in and dispose of a lifeless body"

"But to dispose of a body they would enter in force, perhaps avarice will bring one alone."

"And how many will lust bring in?"

Janko suggesting what it seemed he was.

"I am worried that if we went down that route I would have all of the guards in here!"

"Well, take one for the team and we'll pay you back the next time. It would be quite the distraction, haha."

Barben chuckled, but acknowledged that the idea is a little too risky. A man's infatuation can be destructive, especially in these circumstances.

Ardulaer looks Janko in the eye, a slight smile tugging playfully at the corner of her mouth,

"You laugh like you're joking, but you would like that, wouldn't you?"

She turns her back on him and strides confidently in the direction of the gate, before turning back and saying over her shoulder,

"Typical bard really, you just want to watch others at work and then go and brag about it."

The bard waved his hands like he was revealing a picture.

"Oh, but what a tale it would be! Ardulaer, Matron of Clan Mae-ett, a drow captured by her own kind stuck in a cage with a dozen misfits. She looked her companions in the eye with a magnificent twinkle. 'Comrades, I know my people... and there is one thing they cannot resist'. The brave drow walked from one side of the imprisonment to the other while her fellow cellmates stood there in awe of her. 'That one thing is my fine noble ass!' and she, without more than a flip of her hair, drew all the attention of the guards... occupying them with her lovely presence alone while the rest of us slipped away. Living. Living another day to tell the tale of the beautifully brave Ardulaer, Matron of Clan Mae-ett."

His little story was directed at the group more so than Ardulaer. Though, he doubted he had their attention as this was not a tavern.

"Personally, I'd like to see the story unfold... but you know."

Janko ended his sentence at Ardulaer, jokingly implying that she wouldn't get the attention of the guards the way she suggested.

Ardulaer spun back to face the bard,

"You don't think I could get a guard in here? I could get a guard in here."

And she spun back, heading for the gate while arranging her rags so they looked like they were just about to fall off. As she neared the gate her head swam as she nervously planned,

How should I play this? Coy? Demure? Sultry? Brazen? It all depends on the tastes of the guard. How did I get myself into this?

She pressed her body up tight against the bars, one of which pushed into the centre of her chest, enunciating her curves.

The first thing I'm going to do when I get out of here, she thought, is getting some decent clothes.

"Hello?" she shouted into the darkness, "there's been a mistake!"

"Umm...sure...just be careful with whatever you're going to do." Wil turns his head to the side, closes his eyes, and raises his hands towards Braegar.

Ardulaer smiled at the guards,

"I'll do that," she purred, "but as long as you're here, maybe we can talk a little, no harm in that is there? It's been such a long time since I've talked to real men like you."

Noticing that the guards were standing nearby, Braegar resists giving Wil's manacles another shot and hides the bar behind his back.

In a roundabout way, so as not to raise suspicion, he slowly walks towards the cell door, and gets ready to run at the door if the opportunity arises

Come on just open the door and step inside