Croma finally got the lock open and pushed her cell door to walk out, looking down at her fellow prisoners having completely ignored their conversation for the most part, an unavoidable side effect from being focused her brain caught her up with the topic fast enough. Raising one eyebrow the samurai woman was slightly confused, didn’t they want freedom until she noticed the bars to the prison felt like the metal skeleton of her sheath, sea prism.  If they were joking around because they couldn’t leave anyway, like she was then that would explain it, Croma walked over and grabbed her sword she turned to face both of them and attempted to unsheathe it with the sword facing them only to hear a loud ‘clank’, Kichi would not be drawn thus resulting in a loud sigh.

“Nobles are all one of two categories, old or ugly sometimes both why would you want an ugly woman as a master?” She asked light heartedly figuring she owed them on the count of if Kichi had drawn she’d have murdered these two without a second thought. 

Swinging her still sheathed sword the swordswoman shattered the lock into pieces causing the door to open freely, “I’d say we focus on escaping… I don’t know what to do about the sea prism shackles guess one of them out there has a key?” Croma continued talking her voice cracking being extremely thirsty and her stomach began to growl like a starving beast all over again