As soon as Hiritus was back in manacles, Gallus pulled the gag securely back around his mouth, grabbed Dar-tzesa's head by the feathers to stuff it back in its bag, and then pull Hiritus suddenly to his feet. The shocked expression on Dar-tzesa's face was still present, much to Gallus' discomfort.

"She was sleeping. I got the ring, too," Gallus explained impatiently. He looked to Hiritus with a deadly serious glare. "Now here's how this is going to go: You say nothing and you do nothing unless I push you to move. No sounds, no looking up from the ground." Gallus didn't even ask for confirmation before he tied the blindfold over Hiritus' eyes and pulled his hair to be angle his head forward. "Let's go, jester."

With one hand on Hiritus' manacles and another hand giving intermittent rough shoves, Gallus lead Hiritus out of the cell and towards the exit of the dungeons. They would come across the first guard soon. Hopefully Hiritus was convinced enough to go along with the plan.