As the new manling person checked the security of the area and began discussing plans with the lass, Sketti pulled up a chair and hopped up. The wooden legs creaked slightly from the weight, but he didn't seem concerned. He grabbed the closest pint of whatever Ale their was and sipped it, having already consumed closed to 10 and trying to take it easy for the food in his stomach at the moment. Once their formalities were done, he nodded. "Och, that's easy." he said, interrupting. "I can distract whatever guards are around. I dinnae even have to be there. Just rig a small explosive to an abandoned cart or area and have it go off with a timed fuse." he explained. The Dwarf burped, despite his slow intake of Ale. "'Course, sometimes me bombs don't go off, so I might need to set three just in case. But if we time this right, we have the manling woman bagged and gagged just as I set off the explosion, and they'll be too busy scrambling for their lives than focusing on us. Especially at night. Manling eyes aren't well adjusted to it, no offense."
His mug pointed at the greenskin. "As for this one, not sure if it's 'legal' to cage one and display it but, from what I hear festivals aren't known for being picky with entertainment."