The Northern Redemption District was laid out in a relatively narrow row on a declining slope, designed for efficient use of the space within the walls. At the very north end of the camp at the bottom of the incline was the shaft, leading into the mine below, the whole reason this place existed. The gold extracted here was valuable to the Kingdom and everyone there knew it. The prisoner's barracks were placed near the mine entrance so they could be rushed to work as efficiently as possible. The only building closer to the slave's workplace was the cafeteria so the miners would have no reason to go beyond the barracks. Beyond that, just gray rock along with the occasional crucifix for anyone foolish enough to break major District rules.


The Guard House was placed just south of the barracks, close enough to be able to respond to any emergencies. The guards worked on shifts, so having a place where they could take their breaks was important. What else would they do, talk to the slaves? Yeah, right. The main floor of the building was one big room with many tables and chairs, designed to be a relaxing place. The ever-present gray stone was there, but more minimal compared to the prisoner's quarters.


A single staircase, located in the back of the building, would take anyone interested upstairs. This was mainly space for paperwork and the guard's personal items (but never weapons; anyone who placed them here lost their job), along with tables laid out in rows for new hire orientation. However, for potential escapers, the most important thing there was the document located in the top drawer of the desk at the front of the tables; the master map. The storage space was unlocked because why would a slave be up there? Who would purposely go into a house full of guards? It was for those reasons that the guards felt they could have their party tonight. And why they could operate with only one of them patrolling the barracks that night and one of them guarding the entrance to the building, probably the annoying ones that nobody wanted around. 


South of the party's location were buildings not meant for people; food storage, equipment maintenance, that sort of thing. The most imposing building though was at the southernmost point of the District; the Warden's headquarters. This was a five story building of gray rock that no prisoner wanted to be near. It was also a largely unknown layout, except for the fact that the man in charge slept there out of dedication to his job.


Titus had done a good job of gathering much of this intelligence, and with proper planning, it wouldn't be for nothing. Him and the others had spent the rest of the evening thinking and discussing how they would take advantage of this chance at freedom. It would take bravery and intelligence to see any plan of theirs through. Now it was time to see if they would succeed.