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How much could they all “plan” in such a short notice? So many things could go wrong even with all the man’s planning and yet, maybe it was better that way. If they had somehow managed to find each other inside the tunnels, it would have been suspicious to hide in dark corners—heck it was suspicious enough that Mhin, of all people, was actually engaging with her fellow prisoners, but to have all of them in one place… Titus —as the other guy would call him— had been smart enough to find the perfect time to talk about something like that. How long had he waited for the opportunity to do so? 

Before she could even articulate a response, she heard her headache before she felt it, a cheerful voice that shouted from a considerable distance from their table and made every pair of eyes close to them, turn their attention to the red haired elf, who now was considering the cons of killing someone in plain sight; Where Mhin was darkness and shadows, the feyling was sunshine and blue summer skies, which made Mhin uncomfortable. She hatted attention, being invisible was all she had been doing so far, but for some reason, the blond guy would just love to be with her, and that, was a special kind of torture.  You know, like the little cubs that everyone find [i]cute[/i] but no one can stand for too long [color=a187be]-If you dare to shout my name [i]one more time[/i]-[/color] she murmured, once the feyling was seated near her [color=a187be]-…I’ll cut your tongue out…-[/color] giving one of her death stares to mark her words, before returning her attention to the matter at hand.

Two things she noticed were: people —regardless of species, always seemed to think they were better in numbers, team work and all that, something that only worked if at least half of the team was actually worth it. Which lead to the other point: so far, there were only two people, —[i]maybe[/i] three— worth the trouble…which meant she would be fucked if this improvised plan went bad, and of course if Titus decided to play the double agent, they would all be knee-deep in it already, so she didn’t trust him as there was only one way a person would have so much intel on things in a place like the prison… and she doubted he was the play thing of some guard. 

But the truth was still there, she needed [i]something[/i] as the previous attempts she had made to escape on her own, clearly didn’t work. So, she would play her part, actually putting in the work and even follow whatever plan they came up with. She turned her head slightly to glance at the elf woman, her fiery hair hiding the orange color of her eye [color=a187be]-oh don’t worry, if corpses is what you need, you’ll get as many as you want-[/color] her voice was as serene and cold as the chilly air surrounding her, a small curve at the corner of her lips —barely noticeable to the ones with keen eyes— was all the emotion she was showing at the prospect of actually doing that on which she was good for, something that got her complete attention. And maybe half of them would perish —the smelly brunet guy, [i]Kristo[/i], most likely— but if she had a chance to get out of the shithole, she would take it… she would worry about discarding the excess weight later.

The little goblin had made a point, but distractions were simple enough, noise would be your typical plan in the kind of situations where things could get ugly, at this, her eyes traveled again to the “peace lover” and the feyling, before speaking again [color=a187be]-I think, we can all agree we have the “distraction” covered-[/color] she spoke uninterested as she usually would, returning to her usual self [color=a187be]-should we need it, I don’t think the guards would expect a hug from a friendly prisoner, and maybe if [b]he[/b] gave them one, we would be gone in no time-[/color] she nodded in direction to the big guy sitting on the floor.

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Later that night, Mhin was keeping to the shadows, keeping an eye on the guards that were louder than ever. Laughing amongst themselves, barely even noticing the change on a small group of slaves. Each had an air of excitement to them through the rest of the day, but now they were even more annoying than usual, a party was a rare occurrence and this made them careless, weak. Once the rest of the guards would leave their post to attend this party, there was no turning back and if everything went according to plan, she would be free by sunrise. 

She kept an eye out for the signal, ignoring the other inmates who were just turning in to the slave quarters for the night.