"They'll be down here soon. More than likely, the City Watch is on its way too. We cannot dally here. I cannot forgive any of you for murdering [i]my[/i] people, but I have little choice in this matter.”

Big words for a living corpse raked with sick blue roots.

“Don't blame me. I didn't get to start yet.” Came the indignant whine. '[i]'His' people?'[/i] Wisdom snorted, “'Sides, you want pacifist fighters? Why? No one gets a vegetarian dog.” 
If a sword swerved for the tribal's head, a sword was going to politely return the greeting. Wisdom wouldn't sit and pray while the swordsman took a sloppy swing and got the blade stuck in his neck. He revered and respected parts of the Eblistan Citadel and its culture, but no respect took his life.

“If we can force our way to the guard barracks on the next level, then there are several tunnel ways that will lead us into the Great Palace. From there, you can all escape." He paused to think for a moment, "I would be grateful if you could kill as few as my countrymen as possible; they are honourable warriors, doing their Lord's duty. It is nothing but a bizarre twist of fate that I am giving my assistance, rather than attempting to apprehend you for your crimes."

The elf uncommonly bit his tongue at the promise of passage, his mouth stopping as it opened. But as he revved up to a sprint, his broad face crunched inward with a difficult, sluggish realization that Wisdom was missing something. “...And...why would you be apprehending us?”

The half-bull reached the end and made short work of the wood. The fists pounded a dull, heavy thud, then the clang of broken metal and the door scraping on the floor broke Wisdom's ears for one burning moment.

The rogue elf spotted the storage, “Our things are here, not all but most... “

Wisdom blindly burst up the stairs for life, nearly tumbling backward when his shoulder caught the hulking brown mass that was living key #2. He swung awkwardly forward into the collection sprawled out on the wood. “-Yesss,” One hand snaked its fingers about Wisdom's sack and sword before he thought to do it. “Good catch.”
The bad substitute Wisdom had caught in the hallway flopped to the floor with an outward fling of his wrist.

The Oenann bounced the sword like it was playing with a babe, letting it float mid-air and feeling its weight. “I'm not about to complain, but might be you're gonna get interrupted by some swords and arrows piercing through the door. Bet they've got a wizard, too.”

The dark gray skin and black eyes of the other woman slipped into the side of sight. Wisdom snapped his head up. She ran fast. And dressed fast.

“Assuming we do make it there alive, and assuming the palace isn’t heavily guarded, where are you all planning to go? It’s not like there are safe havens for fugitives waiting for our arrival,” 

A grin crawled up Wisdom's face. “Not up for a little action, Ms? Being alive's no fun if you don't feel it. A good long fight and some cat-and-mouse is good for the soul. Either way, I'm not leaving 'til I got a dozen after me and a fainted lady. Don't know after that.”