Kyrtaar stood still in the hallway, as the freed prisoners flooded by him. He smiled, as they looked to have a good chance. He leaned against the wall, feeling the effort of his casting weighing on him. He had only sparked the rebellion, and it had already taken it's toll. He took a deep breath, and followed out the massacre. The prince was running around naked, and he found himself wondering if the poison had affected his mind. From some other cell, a minotaur had come bursting through the wall, and some giant insectoid monster. He found this motley crew of criminals to be more than enough to allow him to fall back. The light had faded from his eyes, from just a single eldritch blast. 

Kyrtaar followed the group thorugh the dungeons, and into the Barracks. He watched the elf and lizard lead the rummage party and started to help. He was happy to take a backseat to the break out, as each spell cast drained him horribly. He needed to get into the sunright to recharge. He found his belongs, and quickly donned his top, and vest. He pulled his cloak on over it, and fastened it. He found his sword, and placed it on his back, but could not find his bow, so he took one from the wall, and a quiver, putting it on his waist. He turned to a closet, and opened the door, seeing a guard hiding from the onslaught. Kyrtaar looked at the boy, no older than 16, and brought his finger to his lips. He spoke only loud enough for the boy to hear. "Might want to barricade this, if you can." and turned, and closed the door. Kyrtaar stood by the door as everyone regrouped, letting anyone who tried to enter know it was empty so they didn't try anything.

When everyone was in the room, he decided to try and honor the prince's wishes, and to try and influence their decisions. "Lets try to just wound them, not kill from here on out. No sense in needless death." Kyrtaar said. Afterwards, when everyone was ready to depart, he would follow them to these tunnels the prince spoke of.