Burin smiled at Crimson.
"As of yet, I highly doubt the king knows of my crimes. It could only be a matter of time until he finds out, so we'll need to be swift." He paused for a moment to put the steel helmet on. "We'll head back to the main camp, one of us distracts the guards, the other lets the slaves free"
Burin knew it wouldn't be as simple as that, but he saw no reason to tell Crimson.
"Then, I will get myself caught, and speak to the king myself. By this point you would have, hopefully, made your escape."