Morgan was, understandably annoyed at the current situation.

[i]I mean, really. Why the hell are professional soldiers worse at keeping prisoners than mountain bandits?[/i]

He was currently standing in the corner of the cell, all feeling in his left hand lost after it from the chains. After doing that, it was a simple matter to remove them, though the others would need to find a different way ti get them off, unless they were also willing to cripple themselves for the next few days.

[i]Actually, I suppose bandits would obviously be better at stuff like this.[/i]

The soldiers guarding the cell had left a short time ago, which Morgan had guessed to be a shift in the guard, hence his current actions. Since he had woken approximately an hour earlier, he had been studying the prison and thrown together the best plan he could come up with under the circumstances.

[i]Of course bandits would be better. Since they obviously have to deal with circumstance similar to this daily, while soldiers could just bring their prisoners back to a proper town and borrow the cells there.[/i]

The cell they were in was at least as old as the ruins, its neutralization ability possible thanks to a series of modifications involving a large quantity of wires inlaid in the walls, and a multitude of complex devices. He had seen something similar once of twice when traveling through the Dutchy with the old man, which was the only reason he was going through with his current plan.

There was a window a distance off the ground, iron bars preventing prisoners from leaving, of course, but it was equally ancient as the rest of the place. looping the chains formerly binding him around the iron, he pulled, and after a minute, as the sound of returning footsteps came from outside the door, the bars snapped, crashing to the ground.

The idle steps changed into the rapid footfalls of people sprinting, and as Morgan lay on the ground outside the window, he could hear the obviously angered guards beyond the cell.

[i]Oh. Sorry guys, forgot about you for a sec.[/i]

He winced as he heard the cell door crash open, and scurried off to search for his gear.

[i]I'll be back in a bit, so don't let anything bad happen, you understand?[/i]