It amused Azzen how easily each door was removed, one after another without fail. He studied the broken parts with an amused grin. 
It was not his first time in a cell, but it was the first time he didn’t know why he was here, it was also the first time he had seen one of such poor quality. 

The other escaped prisoners stormed a door and the guard behind it. Azzen was less inclined to rush to battle and left it to the brutes instead turning his attention to the child. 
“Where are our friends?” He asked gently when she had calmed.