It was no simple matter, the escape from the confines of the tent, but Brannor had not once led himself to any delusion it would be. At the onset of evening his captors herded them, the slaves and captives, together like sheep, though the people seemed all too wary of him. What did they know? What rumors circled in their huddled, hushed circles? What stories had they heard? Enough, so it seemed, that when they were at last allowed to rest upon the earthen floor. Fortunately the company of an ally had arrived and awaited with him throughout the onset of the night - the somewhat crazed, somewhat lucid old man in one of many disguises he seemed to where. Just what he was, was a mystery in its whole, but what he did make for was one particularly convincing animal.

To and fro the druid scuttled and scurried upon tiny clawed feet, drawing the attention of the eyes of the night. Warily, having slept only lightly seated where he was, the captive noted the touch of the rat and the soft chirp of a squeak it gave. Initially the man thought it was one of the wandering vermin of the camp, but the recall returned to him when sleep was dispelled in full; Torus, yet again. At first the man noted it was well time to go, but to the sharpened senses so bestowed upon him, something was... sickly, wrong, off.

It took a few moments of awkward delay, perhaps to the frustration of the shapeshifted form entrusted with him, but the huntsman-knight knew just what it was, what bothered him so. Smoke, pungent and sweet, something he had scented before on the wind and something in concentration around but one man who carried with him a pipe. Where it came from it was not clear initially, but while not the erudite of thinkers, Brannor was wise. The most obvious approach, the most obvious escape was out the open door flap of the tent, which the majority of slaves gathered near and by. It was a trap laid in plain sight for any would be escapee, something he might well not have noticed was under watch or even thought to - after all, who would be so bold but him to even dare? Let alone was not shacked to another?

The bone-knife at this point made itself of use, but not as carefully as he had first hoped, for when he finished freeing the connecting bond between his hands, the ferine eyes came to note the others of the tent cowered and huddled out of fear. Whatever they knew, the fact now he was free made them far, far more frightened. Yet the powerfully built man paid them no real mind, instead content to poke the gently the company of Torus in the side of his fur. With a nod, he communicated what little he could in silence, suggesting an alternative way out, one which the clever druid exploited in a breath; the slave tent, pitched poorly and hastily, had a gap beneath it and the ground, one which the vermin impostor exploited with resounding ease, slipping under and away. Delaying for a bit, the man laid flat initially and watched his cohort scamper across, drawing the attention of the smoking man whose face lit with the glow of his pipe.

So it was true that he was keeping watch on the entrance, to which the wilder could only thank the [i]Pale Lady[/i] for her blessing that so enabled him to do as he needed to do and know as he needed to know. What he did next was instinct, slinking upon his hands and feet in the darkness, blending among the grass and earth, vanishing under and behind the tent. The observer seemed not to notice, or if he did he feigned naivety, but the wild warrior did not end his deeds there, instead creeping along until he broke from the man's breadth of vision and followed on behind the druid.

By divine grace or sheer luck, he had escaped, but time was short. They needed to find the others and manage the issue of the monk...

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Brannor makes a Sleight of Hand check to cut his binds, rolling a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/10406]4[/url], [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/10407]14[/url] with circumstantial advantage. From there, he is left to wonder where next to go as they cannot escape by the means of the entrance due to a watchman, being unable to know what is outside. As such, given Brannor would be blindly leaving and trying to escape the tent without detection, he rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/10864]1[/url], but has Torus providing advantage by following the same route. He then proceeds to sneak by, succeeding by having advantage from using the natural cover and concealment as per his natural instinct to do so cancel out his armor's disadvantage. He rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/10867]23[/url] to evade detection.
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