Part 1: Prisoners of the Drow

Janko interjected quickly in the midst of Ardulaer's purr. The half-elf had to admit, she may be able to pull in a few too many guards if they had all seen her pressed against the bars. Barben began to speak in Undercommon.

"Heh, the real men wouldn't be guarding the cells with dainty woman in them."

The bard was insinuating that the guard didn't have interest in woman and wasn't tough enough to guard only men. He stood up and walked closer to the guard while looking him in the eyes.

"Real men would have prestigious armour, not these rags the Mistress gives you. You look pathetic."

Janko looked the guard from boots to the tips of his ears with an unimpressed look exaggerated on his face.

"You're not a real man, guard. You're a worthless pawn that delivers our food.

He spat at the guards boots, turning the dissatisfied look to a disgusted one.

"Now, don't even think this lustful woman has any real interest in you. Get us our grub or get the fuck out of our faces, scum."

Barben starts to walk away as if he has no more interest in the lowly guard, blowing off any comment that he may have.

"Ignore him, he's just jealous. He knows no half-elf could compare to a real drow man! And what about your friend? He doesn't say much does he?" She looks directly at the drow with the crossbow, "The strong silent type, is it?"

Under his breath, almost a mumble.

"Oh, definitely jealous... stupid drow"

The bard couldn't understand how the drow couldn't have been slighted by at least one of the comments. Janko took a step aside, still watching the drow woman try and seduce the guards. Maybe she was the only hope of getting them to come inside the cell.

"Him? He's not a real drow like you. He told me he used to be a big shot, but anyone can see he's a nobody. Not like you two, you're obviously going places."

Ardulaer face wore a welcoming smile even though really she just wanted to crush the windpipes of these fools.

"Show me what you've got," she said looking him up and down.

Janko looked over more intently after the guard took aim at his direction. Guess the insults did ruffle their feathers a little. Thats something, at least. The guard was quite close to Ardulaer, he seemed to really be struggling with his urges.

Barben took a closer look at the guards' equipment, looking for anything that would benefit them.

Wil keeps his eye on the one with the crossbow, and begins to wrap the silk cloth around his hands. He scans their bodies, looking for a sign of a key or something that will help them escape this predicament.

Sleight of Hand

Janko disliked the guard pointing his loaded crossbow directly at his unprotected self. The bard didn't particularly fancy being impaled by a sturdy bolt, he already had enough pain with these headaches. The chances of that drow firing that bolt is probably pretty high.

I might as well keep the attention on me. The bears in this cage are the real threat.

His head throbbed and his skin was agitated, though he didn't want to show that to the others. Barben walked closer to the cell's bars and tilted his chin up at the drow guard.

"There are bears in the woods, my dear drow. I fear them myself." he tapped his chest softly. "You should leave now before a claw finds it way to your throat." he pointed at the other guard near Ardulaer, gripping his neck with a clawed hand. "Your bolts wont do you any good with what's out there beyond these cages." The bard held the bars tight "I'm glad I have this cage to protect me, you can't say the same." Janko nodded his head a few times with a serious face.

Barben wasn't saying anything in particular, kind of talking with his train of thought. He was buying time and distracting, hopefully a little confusion will open a opportunity somewhere.

As Janko chattered behind her Arulaer just kept eye contact with 'her' guard. She had him. She knew she had him, it was just a matter of reeling him in,

"If only we had met under better circumstances," she sighed wistfully, "you should have seen my apartment in the family house in Narbondellyn. It was just a short walk form the Matron's Theatre. We had a private box, if only I could have taken you."

She sighed again for effect, gauging his reactions to this tale of woe, was there any hint of sympathy?

Janko was actually pleased the guard was dismissive, he saw it as a chance. Maybe rambling wasn't such a bad idea.

Don't fuck it up, bard.

Not being far from Ardulaer, he moved in closer to her and turned the drow woman's shoulder to face him square. Then with one movement he leaned in to her right cheek while extending his right hand through the bars to the guards belt. He whispered.

"Good effort, m'lady. I wouldn't have said no."

The bard quickly glanced over to see where his hand would land, hoping to snag something.

"Who me? I'm not sure what you're talking about." Wil looks over at the quaggoth, and says in Elvish "Do you mind taking a crossbow bolt? It may help us escape this prison." He starts inching closer to the quaggoth.