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[color=a187be]-It’s time-[/color] the women murmured to nobody, before watching the little goblin make her way to the door.  If Titus was right, there should be only one guard on duty at the time, one unfortunate man. Easy target. 

But —as expected by the elf, things were getting behind squelched. The goblin was taking too long, the noise was surely to make it to the guards’ ears and if they didn’t do something, he would be at their noses before she could even get out of there. Mhin bit a corner of her mouth, thinking, before turning to the stinky man and the blond feyling. What else could they do? It was apparent the goblin wasn’t going to make it in time, and she would NOT be punished for the mistakes of some child.

Determined, she walked towards Kristo, snatching up the project he was knitting with force, and started to take it apart as messy as she could, still not uttering a single word. Tossing the mess on Erith’s lap before watching both of them with clear annoyance [color=a187be]-Make your self’s useful [i]distractions[/i]-[/color] she ordered in a hushed voice, hoping the two would be smart enough to catch her meaning. She made her way back, graving the sad excuse of cover they were given —which was what looked like an old sack of potatoes— and pretended to sleep on the floor next to the cell bars, not before nodding to the goblin to make her hurry.

If the goblin couldn’t get the door open in time, the guard would come and be forced to open the door him self to beat two quarrying slaves, this would give her enough time to strike. If the guard was a newbie, he wouldn’t have heard the rumors about herself, thus a sleeping elf wouldn’t be the target of his attention. She could work with that.