Jar'mo had arrived only a few days ago and he'd allready been arrested. Disturbance of the peace they said as they dragged him from a barfight he'd been involved in. He grabbed his bread, ripped it in half and grinned noticing his agreement hadn't been forgotten. He pulled out the lockpick and knelt down in front of the cell door. He moved it arround carafully for it not to break. After a few seconds he heard the satisfying sound of the open door. Now came the easy part he thought as he unsheathed his claws...