Isnar had heard the entire conversation through the small window. There were about three feet of concrete between them. If they really think arguing will get them out of this mess, they will never be free. None of them even have a weapon or any way to get out of their bindings. Neither do... I do... Isnar thought. He remembered his shiv that he always has in the back pocket of his ragged trousers. Isnar positioned himself correctly and leaned over. The small blade poked out of his pocket. The old man put his ropes up against the small, home-made knife and after much rubbing and cutting, Isnar was free. This rope could be useful once I get free. I don't know if I should save these guys though. For all I know, they could be in here for murder of the highest degree. OK, I won't. There is no way I will be the one to set murderers into the town. Pretend you are dying. Since you are old and feeble, the guards won't expect anything. Isnar thought. He sat himself up with his one arm, and pulled out his shiv. "Guards! I think something's wrong! My chest hurts and I can't breathe right! It feels like an elephant is sitting on me!" Isnar called. Faking a collapsed lung will be the perfect way to make the guards open the doors. Isnar took his shiv and made a gash in his arm. He brought it up to his lips and stored blood in his mouth. A guard and a man in a grey coat came into the cell. "Check 'em out doc. He's old, so be gentle with him. We still need to interrogate." "What's the problem?" The doctor asked. Isnar spit out the blood with great force, splattering over the doctor's face. The guard thought the old man was dying, but this was all part of Isnar's plan. They still think my arm is bound. While doctor is blinded by the blood, attempt jab with shiv. Guard will unsheath sword, but he will be too late. I will have already slashed at his arms. Time slowed. The blood went into the doctor's eyes, and he was knocked back. Isnar pulled his shiv and jabbed at the man. It was a clean stab to the chest. The doctor fell to the ground, motionless while the guard unsheathed his sword. Isnar had cut his arms before the guard had a time to strike. Neutralize vocal cords, eliminating the ability to call for help. Thought Isnar, as he threw a punch into the guard's neck. He tried to scream, but the man's vocal cords were recovering from the punch. The guard is unable to scream, and he is unable to move his arms, from the cuts and possible sliced tendon. Now would be the perfect time to use that rope. Thought the old man. The guard's arms were at his side, and he was on his knees. Isnar wrapped the man in the rope, and tied him to the bars of the window. Isnar pulled off one of his socks and jammed it in the guard's mouth, so he wouldn't be able to talk when his throat healed. Isnar checked the man's pockets for the keys, they were in his satchel. Isnar unlocked the door and sneaked out of the cell. He looked down the hall and saw many cells that were holding prisoners. Isnar looked into a cage and saw an athletic imperial. The old man felt sorry for leaving the prisoners there. I'll give them a chance. Thought Isnar. He tossed the imperial his shiv, saying "Use it well. Meet me in the local bar when you are free. Here's the key. Free the rest of the prisoners when you get out. There is no time, I must go." Isnar said, walking down the hallway, and eventually finding the exit. He was in the castle dour now. The old man peeked around the corner and saw a group of guards running towards his location. Isnar crouched in the shadows, allowing the guards to pass. Isnar walked out once all the guards were into the prison. The old man walked out the door, but not without taking a cloak off the coat-rack, that stood next to the door. Isnar wrapped the black cloak around him, and pulled the hood over his head. Finally, the old man was free. Guess I should wait at the bar for the rest of the prisoners. Isnar thought, entering the Winking Skeever.
