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Location: The dungeons
Health: Good now he's eaten
Equipment: Traveling gear, climbing rope, his sword. Half empty wine bottle.
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Tarwin stepped off the box he was using as a podium, taking another sip from the wine and nearly finishing it, the inmates were not as enthusiastic as he would have liked. "Fine then, guess we can focus on finishing our escape before planning what happens next." But who amount them knew the way out? The two beasts had likely come in chains and if he followed either of them then they'd probably just get lost in a maze of corridors or make a new exit. He assumed that the others had been kept in the cell longer than he had so were unlikely to remember the way they'd been taken by the guards. There was one possibility, that prince, it was his citadel, surely he knew the layout. 

With a sly smile stretching across his face he took off after the prince, staying just far enough back to avoid being detected. He was well aware he wasn't the only one stalking the would be heir, an elf was on the prowl as well but she appeared to almost disappear into the shadows and he even wondered if it was the wine making him see things. 'I wasn't always such a lightweight.' He smirked at his joke as he continued along.

Suddenly a figure approached the prince, clad all in armour and apparently in a very bad mood for some reason. Was this the mighty jailor? Come to restore law and order? Slowly Tarwin drew his blade, it flashed red as the dip became imbued with the power of fire and he swung it around dramatically before holding it out in front of him in an aggressive and confident stance. "Now now, a captain of the guard in a full suit of armour against one malnourished prince? I hardly think that's fair, and I gamble from time to time so I know about fair." He shot the armoured man a large grin. "Now you against me that's a little more evan and fair don't you think?" He hoped that elf was still hiding, ready to launch a sneak attack when the opportunity arose, they were all in this together and he prayed that the elf would realise a victory here was in all their best interests if they wanted to escape. He waved the wine bottle out in front of him, keeping up the smile. "Tell you what, you stand aside and let me outta here and I'll give you the rest of this, it's real good stuff."