As the Breton woman exited the kitchen while being followed by Labrys and Achilles, Dar’arjo stepped out of the shadows where he had been hiding while Olyviah introduced herself to the two thieves. “Jacoby has a servant as well; this does seem to complicate things now doesn’t it.” Dar’arjo quickly exited the kitchen, making his way through the almost deserted Palace corridors. It seemed that most of the guards had headed out into city where he could hear the sounds of some sort of riot taking place. As Dar’arjo checked a couple of the larger rooms, searching for the crown, he heard shouting coming from a small side door within one of the Royal chambers. As the Khajiit got closer, he recognized the voice as that of the old thieves’ guild member, Byrnjolf. “Well well, what do we have here.” Said Dar’arjo, speaking through the doors keyhole at the trapped Nord. “It seems that you are in need of a little assistance, which Dar’arjo might just be able to provide; given you have something suitable to offer him in return.”