Alfred ran his gaze over each of the three prisoners. They all spoke truly (for the most part, at least), but did he really trust Jhona to these people? They seemed mostly competent, besides the one in the beak, but Alfred's memories of the Gutter were full of people focused on personal gain. Those weren't the kind of people he wanted protecting the son of Hemingway Robington. After a minute of consideration, however, Alfred decided that he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

"Alright, I believe you all. Now let's go over things before I untie you. Jhona, my ward, has basic combat training thanks to myself, but has never been in any serious danger. I need you to make sure that stays that way. He's far too important to die in a Gutter fire-fight. Once you deposit him in the Garden district I don't care what you do, but until you do that he's your primary focus."

Alfred swiftly untied all three of them, and then shifted over to the far side of the room. Once there he pushed a hidden panel in the wall, and a door slid up, revealing a young red-headed male.

"Jhona, these fine citizens are going to be escorting you to the Garden district. Follow them, and trust them, to a point."

Alfred then pulled bags out of the wall, and handed them to the prisoners.

"These contain any equipment you had on you when you were captured, as well as some things you might need. Good luck."

Alfred turned to leave, and as he walked past the group he whispered to Lyra "Athena, your gun and armor are in the bag. Figured you might need them. Do us proud."

With that, he slipped out of the door. Bartek was going to be there any moment, he guessed, and he needed to be ready to buy the four escapees as much time as possible.