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Had Locke been a worshiper of a cruel god or a violent criminal, he may have assisted in the final push to gain freedom. He was, however, the exact opposite. He was a scholar first and foremost. Violence was a means of getting to an end. Unnecessary bloodshed—something that could be done by another, rather—was not something Locke cared for. Why would he attempt to rout his enemies when the others could do it for him? His support was all that was needed. So long as he maintained the smoke to protect the band of loosely associated adventurers, he could leave safely.

So he waited for the others to make their moves so he could escape. He put himself in a position to make a break for the gate. Not enough for him to be put in considerable danger in case something lurked outside, but enough to be one of the first out when they made a break. He caught his breath as he waited. A man from the mountain who spent most of his time on his two feet wasn't immune to exhaustion.