Dalious knew how to talk to these ruffians, tell them what they want to hear but not enough to be overtaken by them.  He'd already seen to many stand up to their kind and get beaten down.

"Come on Finny," Dalious said, walking toward their given destination.  He had secretly been plotting an escape plan since he got to this place, but had never quite found the right moment.  This might be it, he thought.  Cicero was in the shadows with his man and there were only four of these ruffians around.  He also took note of the rope tied around the pickaxe given to them,  something that could be used to climb up that trap hole.

Dalious gave Finny some signals with his hand as they began working, noticing the group guarding them began to pay less and less attention to them the further they worked on.  He motioned his fingers to tell Finny that they would take one each, Cicero would take one...then together they take the last.  To Finny it looked like a bunch of finger's dancing and a lot of slit throat references.  Finny shrugged, not knowing what he was trying to say.

Dalious huffed.  He may need to take them all out by himself, he just hoped Cicero was nearby.  Dalious clenched the pickaxe, almost ready to strike one of them.  Then...Finny grabbed at his chest and shrieked, he fell to the floor on his own and began shaking as if having a seizure.

"He's... he's having a stroke!" Dalious yelled.  "Please....let me help him!"