You don't have any sense that he's trying to deceive you...his eyes keep flitting back towards the tunnel.

Edwin:

Insight:  17

”And see another one of us thrown to the spiders for our trouble?  Why should we believe you? What is in it for you?” responds Edwin suspiciously, still seething from Ilvara’s dispassionate cruelty.

Anything bad for Ilvara and Shor is good for me he says, still glancing around furtively. You already got farther than you should have, and that's embarrassing for them. If you were to escape...well, life will be better for me, let's leave it at that. Are you in or not? I don't have time to debate.

Edwin:

Shrewdly evaluating the drow’s motivations, Edwin comes to a decision.  Shrugging, he says, “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees.  I’m in.”

Dagna considers quietly for a few moments before nodding. "...Ah, fine. Whatever might get us out of here. Can you get me my spellbook?"

Nacht's voice whispers into Jorlan's head. "And me, a weapon. I will not die here."

Once again, Jorlan looks back, longer this time, then puts his head down and speaks quickly. No, I can't get you your things. But I can leave the door here unlocked before the next shift change. I can guarantee a few minutes for you to get out and get down the hall...right past where you had work duty, to the right, is the armory. That will have whatever you came in with and a bit more. Grab what you can, jump over the side into the webs. If you jump over the side there, you'll be directly over the pool at the bottom of the cavern. You can jump from the webs into the pool and get out from there.

Nacht nods slightly, grabs its food, and sits in the corner to rest. 

*do I have time for a long rest or just a short one?*

Dagna can't resist a weak smile at the thought of getting her magic back. She retrieves her bowl to eat and try to gather her strength.

Edwin:

”Thank you,” says Edwin earnestly, hoping his faith is not misplaced.  “Consider, though, you might be blamed for our escape should there be no evidence to the contrary.  Does Shor have a key I might have stolen while we wrestled?  One that might unlock our shackles and/or open the cell door?  If that key were to be found with an open cell door and discarded manacles, the blame might fall upon your smug competitor and not you…”

To the others, he thinks, “Let us prepare.  This may be our best shot.”

You think I have not thought of this? growls Jorlan. Your escape will not be blamed on me, I have ensured this. He stands up, already walking away. I will tell you when it is time.

(You don't quite have time for a full long rest, but you can definitely squeeze in a short rest.

Edwin:

Shrugging, Edwin goes back to rest and allows his body to heal.

Short Rest Hp recovered:  26

Dagna short rest: Both HD used for +11 HP.

Also she used Arcane Recovery to recover 1 spell slot. ((Actually she needs her spellbook to do that -.-))

*I just used the automatic roll for +12 hp*

Karys nods her intention to join in the escape plan, despair turning into anticipation once more. She sits back against the stone wall, intending to rest as much as possible before the action begins.

HP recovered short rest - 13

The rest of the prisoners also wait in anticipation...after a few hours, Jorlan's slow, shuffling steps reach your ears again. Silently he walks up, gathers the bowls, and then with another glance around, unlocks the door. Speaking in a hurried whisper, he says Wait ten minutes, then go. Move quickly, make no other stops than the armory.

He walks as quickly away as he can...leaving the door unlocked, just as he said.

Almost ten minutes pass, and then you hear it: horrible, inhuman screeching and a terrible droning buzz echo through the cavern. Shouts of alarm go up from the walkways.

Dagna doesn’t hesitate. The moment the screeching and buzzing fill the cavern, she lunges forward, swinging the door open with a sharp creak of metal. "Move!" she hisses, urgency sharpening her voice as she waves the others forward. Her amethyst eyes dart around—counting, checking for hesitation—but there’s no time for second thoughts. Whatever hellspawn is distracting the drow, it won’t last forever. They have to go. Now.

Nacht digs its shadows into the floor, then dashes forward fast enough to leave dust clouds behind it. It looks back and beckons the others.

Karys leaps forward as the sounds of inhuman screeching fill the caverns. She passes by Dagna and then glances back to make sure the others are following.

"Let's go!" she says. She will move at the front of the group down the passageway and toward the armory.

Edwin:

Looking down at Stool, Edwin thinks at the myconid, “You can ride on my shoulders if you need to.  We will be traveling quickly.”

Once Stool has responded, Edwin moves out towards the armory quickly and as quietly as his manacles allow, perhaps with a ‘shroom on his shoulder.