Dulcena let a glimmer of surprise overtake her purposefully blank expression when she saw the monk was blind.  When she had observed him in his cell, he had been meditating, eyes closed. She recovered her composure quickly enough and contemplated sending him back, unsure of his worth to her needs, but pushed back the idea immediately.  No good would come from revealing she may have made a mistake.  "I will tell you all soon enough," she replied to his question and she unlocked his shackles, discarding them on the floor.

Next was the sellsword.  There was an air of arrogance to him that she found disconcerting and dangerous, but reminded herself that dangerous men, bent to her purposes, were required.  Still, she felt his handling might perhaps need to be different than the others to keep his loyalty for long and she let her eyes linger on him as she unlocked his shackles, silently suggesting that she may have more than one use for him.

She continued down the line.  All of the remaining 5 accepted, willing to risk their lives in exchange for the promise of freedom.

"Two carriages await you outside and will bring you to my home where you can wash and eat before we discuss specifics."  She gestured toward the front of the prison.  "Until then," she turned and left, having arranged a private carriage for herself. You never knew, of course, but she believed none would attempt to flee without fulfilling their obligation to her.