A strange squeaking plastic-on-leather sound originated from Grog's pants. He walked with erratic speed, rarely holding the same trajectory for more than five seconds. With one hand, he held his trusty Beatstick, resting it on his shoulder, while, with the other, he carried a bucket that sloshed violently as it swung from side to side, its' contents concealed by a cloth. Various stored materials and tools, as well as his massive, iron reinforced mug rattled from inside his utility belt, completing the cacophony. He whistled a muffled tune merrily as he walked, but was cut abruptly as the party stopped. Laying the bucket down, Grog's first thought was to retrieve his tankard.

 "Power pint! Beer!" He commanded, as the cup wheezed, and quickly filled itself to the brim with icy cold stout. It had been ages since he last had a drink, and he needed to keep a clear head, he thought. Guzzling it down with horrifying speed, he exhaled loudly and, now satisfied, turned to face the prison complex. He quickly turned around towards the crusader, as he was about to instruct the rest on something.

[i]"This tent..."[/i]

 "Holy fuck, I can't believe that there's an actual knight speaking." Grog's inner monologue echoed.

[i]"...then dismantle it..."[/i]

 "This is the tightest shit. The bee's fucking knees. I bet he has a dragon." He bit down on his lower lip and gleefully grinned behind his mask, lost in daydreams about draconic aerial combat.

 [i]"...the vents to get to her."[/i]

 Grog had paid zero attention to anything that was just said, but wasted no time and quickly spoke up to add his two cents.

"Yeah, cool, this all sounds great. But I think we said something a while back about someone grabbing the prison guys' attention. Attentions. Att- You get what I'm trying to say. 

 Thankfully, I've taken this time to hatch a plan."

 This was, of course, a lie. Grog had been mentally disconnected from the entire space-time continuum for the past two hours, only to form this "plan" of his two minutes ago, after discovering that he was carrying the final remnants of his firework stash.

"You guys do whatever you want, I'll get real close to sing sing over there and you can bet your sweet be-hinds they'll have their eyes on me for a good long while."