The prison walls were dark and slimy. Some sort of mold was growing on the ceiling and floor, and occasionally it would ooze a oily substance onto an unsuspecting head. Crouched in the corner were four figures. They sat in a circle, forming a plan.
"If we start here……and then climb up there we should make it" Havri said quietly
"But what about the guards?" Savanaai asked
"I'll take care of them, don't worry." Finch said with a grin.
"Yes, but who will take care of you?" Havri asked sarcastically
"I will."
Everyone looked at Jassamine in amazement.
"What? I can help to, can't I?" she said in a casual tone.
"She is skilled….."
"And if she wants to help Finch, let her"
"Ok, so everyone knows what to do?"
They all nodded in response and settled down to wait for the right time to send their plan into action.
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Tavris and Murtagh were shopping around in the city, trying to find out some information. Both were surprised to find that information in the most unlikely of places. They were seated in the corner of a bar called 'Double Aces' waiting to be served. A pretty redhead came sliding up to Murtagh, giving him a sultry look from underneath her thick black lashes. Tavris instantly didn't like her.
"So, what'll it be? A pint, perhaps something stronger? A big, strong man like you needs a bit of refreshment." She said in a light, fluttery tone meant to make a man feel as though he were her only concern. As she spoke, she ran he nails lightly down his chest. Murtagh glanced over at Tavris. She was giving the girl a death glare, but she was paying no attention.
"Excuse me, but might I inquire as to your name?" Tavris said in a low, dangerous tone.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm Coralee. Who wants to know?"
"I do."
"Well excuse me for breathing." Coralee muttered before turning her attention back to Murtagh.
"And what about you? What's your name?"
"I'm Murtagh."
"Murtagh. A handsome name for a handsome man."
Tavris let out an unladylike snort. Coralee arched a perfect eyebrow and gave a challenging look. Tavris was more that happy to take the bait. She jumped up, her knife kissing Coralee's throat. The girl let out a shrill scream, alerting everyone in the room. Murtagh leapt from his seat, grabbed the knife, pushed Tavris back into her seat, and turned to acknowledge the room.
"Can't decide which one I want." He said, giving a tense laugh. The room exploded with laughter, catcalls and shouts of advice. 'The redhead!' 'Nay, the dark one!' Coralee was rubbing her throat, glowering at Tavris from across the table.
"Its people like you they lock up. Their going to hang a couple of prisoners tomorrow for stealing, maybe they'll hang you to."
"What did you say? Who? Who are they going to hang?"
"I don't know. Some person named Havri, and a few others."
Tavris was already out the door, even before Coralee had finished. Murtagh caught up with her quickly, matching her rapid pace.
"I have to find them. I have to get them out." She said without looking at him.
"I know. We'll do our best."
"You'll help me?"
"Of course. You didn't think I'd let you go off by yourself, did you?"
"Thank you Murtagh." She said, looking up at him with shining eyes. He smiled down at her before pressing a light kiss on her lips. Together they walked off in the direction of the Dras-Leona prison.