As soon as Hillwen and the guard were gone, Plume unlocked his binds with the keys he'd stolen while the guard was helping him up. He strode to the cell door, and through it, keeping low and stepping silently. He was silently chuckling as he found his things stowed with the rest of the prisoners' belongings, and made a silent escape. He left without raising any alarms, and stepped out into the cool night air. Sheaf was waiting for him outside the prison.
"How long have you been sitting there, bird?"
"I finished my work and came here. I have left to eat and such. You took your time."
"We're higher up on Duskstone's list now. Did you know we're a rebel group now?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, moving up. What's our next move, then?"
"I was actually thinking we could try to meet back up with the Cockatrice."
Plume hesitated. "Is that such a good idea? There's a lot of heat there."
"From Duskstone or Nimma?"
"Come now, Sheaf. Clearly Duskstone's attention is no problem."
"She needs all the help she can get."
"We've been aiding the fight from out here just fine, Sheaf, we don't need to join back up."
"I heard they are going to assault High Stone City."
Plume was taken aback. "I must have misheard you. Nimma is assaulting the capital, High Stone City, the heart of the Duskstone Court and the most fortified city on Faerûn? What, with her ship?"
"You may be out of the loop, but Cockatrice is a veritable army now. They have freed and recruited thousands across the kingdom. I have been offered a place in the army about twenty times since we left the ship."
Plume was silent. He thought hard. "Okay then. Let's join the army."