Tarhun drops his pick to grasp the other half of the stone; his throw, this time, is on point and is headed straight at the guards chest. Tarhun drops to grasp the pick by it's handle, and readies for a response from the other guards. He notices movement from beside the guards, as the others from his cell start readying for what he only hopes is a retaliation to match his own initiation.

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Rolled 17
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