The sound of revolution was truly deafening, in more ways than just the physical.

A cacophony was arising within the stone confines of the subterranean prison, bouncing off the walls with such vigor that Elayna's ears rang with it's strength. The rebels were arming themselves, as she and a gravely concerned Zaveed had to tend to Reigenleif. There was something in the Khajiit's voice, which was falling upon still ears, that the Breton hadn't truly believed to hear from their fearless, savage leader. The man who had just carved others to pieces was now carrying so much frustration and emotion on his tones that Elayna felt...well, moved, if there was no better term. As his gaze met hers, and he told her what she already knew they had to do, it'd finally clicked. Her comrade's life was in the balance. And if they were to survive this ordeal, then there could be nothing that would stop them.

From the mass of rebels, after the guards below had been quelled, a large Nord man who called himself Torir, approached them and asked their names. Zaveed obliged in truth. Aliases wouldn't really help them now, it seemed. After their brief introduction, Torir rallied his people with a vitalizing speech, leading them into battle above. With a few lulling behind to lend them aid, Elayna smiled a genuine smile. She knew that she would only be able to buy time for Zaveed to get Reigenlief away if they were to run into trouble alone. Some back-up was more than welcome in the streets that had to have gotten more chaotic since the morning.

With Zaveed cautiously caring Reigenleif, the group ascended the stairs to find bodies all across the floor of the cottage, with not as many rebels among them as Elayna originally expected. It was a grisly sight, but Elayna had to steel herself; A misstep could cost her life. Their new friend Torir was gleefully bashing in a guard's skull when Zaveed turned to them after they were away from the eyes of the guard. Shimmering frost, paltry though it was in the desert heat, dripped from the alchemist's palm. 

"Of course. Lead on."