Sirga was smashing the rockface with the pickax looking over at the guards bullying the other prisoners. He was going to make a mental note of these guards for when the riot happens he was going to enjoy killing them. Looking over at his friend listening to what he was saying with a keen ear. "Sounds like a plan...i can help you figure the layout of this place" He said finding he was use to the part of new friends wanting him dead.
There was another part of his plan he wanted to tell but that would have to wait. "While we were talking i didn't get your name, Mine is Sirga what is yours?" He asked Orlas.