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[h2][center][color=ed1c24]Cayde Selmy[/color][/center][/h2]

Cayde agreed to Satirra's request with a simple nod, making his way to the unconscious guard to make sure the man didn't run away or get killed by one their more brutal companions. The easiest way he could think of that would accomplish such a task was to pick the man up and push him into a nearby wooden table, holding the guard's arm behind his back. The guy seemed out cold, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. However, as he watched the hot-blooded Dhirom claw in vain at the cobblestone floor, the man decided to point out their precious time that was ticking away.

[color=ed1c24]"Hey, I think it might be best if we just take the stairs. You've made some pretty impressive progress, but I don't think it's going to be any faster than running,"[/color] he told her. There was no need to insult her efforts. Had it worked, it might very well have gotten them past a lot of the densest groups of troops, but time was of the essence. If the rest of the prisoners were contained before they reached the bottom floor, their small band wouldn't have a chance on their own.

The nobleman would make sure to wait for Satirra and anyone else that may have been lagging behind for whatever reason before they all made their way down. Most of everyone seemed very attached to their confiscated belongings, and while Cayde may not have been voicing his concern, he also was thinking about his Draethil-forged armaments. He could still fight without them, but they would make any future combat encounters much easier. Considering the life they would all lead after taking leave of this prison, there would probably be nothing more useful. So it was towards the warden they would go, and any other obstacles that stood before them as they made their way down.