Eya tosses the young master a component pouch, "Here you go, Master Aloro. This should help." Then, she finds the closest outfit to her size and rips a small hole open for her tail. She removes her prison rags and puts the kitchen maid clothes on. She has no problem changing right in front of the others. 

Upon hearing the deep voice from the darkness, she first looks over in that direction to see if she can determine who or what was addressing her.

With their enhanced vision, Eya and Kiven can see an ugly face through the small window in the door. The ogre appears to be looking hungrily at the first man brought down, the one still clutching his entrails.

Kiven dons the finest clothing available and the tallest guard's studded leather armor, also picketing his share of the coin.  Catching the pouch from Eya, he looks inside and grins.  Saying aloud but to no one in particular the proud elf comments "despite all of the favor he garners in this world, even Tyris could not deny that Mistra still smiles upon the true Prince."

Speaking to Eya, Kiven also comments "perhaps your new friend would like to take a tour of this place, in an area we do NOT plan to be in."

   Jesla grunts at his words.  She shakes her head in disdain .  Upon seeing what Eya does to Bertram she wonders how far she can trust her. Anyone that relies on magic is surely not trustworthy . Jesla will take the clothing and studded leather closest to her size and change her garments. Not trusting her companions she walks off a small distance out of sight before changing . She is feeling her normal self by the time this is accomplished . She rejoins her temporary friends.  When finding out about the ogre she says, " we should free him. He could possibly be of use to us . Regardless, we need to get moving quickly . We need to be well on our way before they realize their guests have departed ." 

Respar makes no comments to the elf, but does don a set of leather armor.  He says, "If you don't mind, I can make good use of the lock picks.  And we can worry about the gold another time.  We still have a long way to get out of here."  As Jesla returns from changing he nods in her direction.  "Nicely done.  I think by yourself, especially as a tiger, you could have done well enough, but together we make a fearsome combination, eh?"  He then gestures for the group to huddle up so he can speak quietly without the ogre-thing hearing them.

"I am not sure we could control that thing, whatever it is.  But perhaps if we set it free to rampage, it would be the diversion we need to cover our own escape.  Can you see us now, running dressed as guards, um, and staff," he says in Eya's direction, also offering to return her dagger now that there are others available, "Shouting, 'The beast is escaped!   All hands help to subdue it!'  And we might just get outside the walls, or at least closer to them."

Eya removes the lockpick patch from the veil and a set of lockpicks magically appears. She hands them over to Respar and takes back the dagger for now. Then, Eya grabs the key ring and looks into the ogre's cell being careful to stay back. "Grumblejack, me Eya. Me friend," she points to her horns that are somewhat similar to his. "I give you food. I let you go. You attack bad men," she jingles the key ring a bit and waits for the giant's reaction.

Respar accepts the picks and readies a sap, but obviously moves with pain, having been beaten fairly severely during the escape.  "If any of you do possess the ability to heal, well, all donations gratefully accepted."

The ogre nods, "Mum always said no eating or mashing of little ones that help, not unless really really hungry."

His voice turns ugly as he continues, "Little blue ones not friends. They destroy Grumblejack's home for no reason. I smash four of them, but there were a lot more. They beat me up, drag me here, put nasty stuff in my food."

Eya gives Respar a thorough inspection that's probably a little bit uncomfortable as she looks at his wounds. She pricks her thumb using one of her fangs then says with a mischievous smile, "This might feel a little bit different from the usual methods of healing,  but I promise it's quite potent." She takes her thumb and smears a drop of blood right into Respar's largest wound. The sensation Respar feels is far from pleasant. He feels a burning sensation coursing through his veins that's extremely uncomfortable, but his wounds do begin healing rapidly. His whole body radiates evil as the blood runs it's course. 

Eya grins the entire time as she seems to enjoy watching his pain.

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Eya nods along as the wise ogre speaks. She turns to the others and says, “Alright, here goes nothing. Get ready to run if we must.” She unlocks Grumblejack's cell, “There you go, big guy.” She backs away.

Grumblejack slowly opens the door and then wedges his huge frame through it. 

The ogre is wearing nothing more than a ragged loincloth, he is visibly malnourished, and several blotches on his skin lead Eya to suspect that the guards have been feeding him Belladonna in order to keep their large prisoner weak.

Taking a knee by the disemboweled guard, the giantkin picks up the stripped body and stuffs it headfirst into his mouth.

The disturbing process goes faster then one might expect. The ogre swallows the body mostly whole, pausing only long enough to occasionally bite down and rearrange bones into a more manageable shape.

The ogre's belly is distended when he gets it all down, and he pats it contentedly. "That better. Humans taste better if roasted with apples in belly,  but still good like this, Grumblejack and new freinds go to smash little blue ones now?"

  Jesla watches Eya with great discomfort . " Damnable magic",  she mutters under her breath. She curls her lip as the grotesque scene plays out.  She is relieved to hear Respar speaking to her as it gives her an excuse to turn from the magic being worked . " Thank you, Respar I believe.  I can take care of myself fairly well. " She grins at this . " We did make a good team.  You did impressive work with the blade. We shall have to work together again.  You aren't worthless after all, unlike the princeling. " She nods her head towards Kiven and shakes her head. 

  She stands watching as the ogre exits the cell.  Her green eyes watch Grumblejack devour the human ." Looks like he enjoyed the taste.  He deserved that and more.  To think they put me in a cell and branded me. Her hand squeezes the sap tightly and wood can be heard creaking.  

Kiven barely listens to the others, picking up a sap awkwardly and scoffing a bit at it.  As if the chosen elf lord would sink so low as to use such a barbaric weapon.  At that he just lets the club fall from his fingers with a thud onto the floor.  He touches a few of the magic components Eya was able to obtain and prefers that method.

He does hear Jesla mention her brand and rubs his arm a bit.  He thinks of his fate and knows the brand should cut him off for Mitra, but still believes in his fate more strongly than ever.  He wonders if he will do it alone, if Mitra sent these allies to him before the branding but is now gone, or if another force is at work to guide him.

 Respar looks unsure when Eya approaches him with her bloody finger, but can't see any harm...until she digs her finger into one of the deep bruises the sap delivered.  The pain is agonizing, he grunts and twists, like an animal trying to get away from something tied to its tail.  After a minute the pain recedes, but he feels much more vital.  He grimaces and says through gritted teeth, "Thank you."

He grins once more at Jesla, then looks on with trepidation as Eya releases Grumblejack.  "Your responsibility," he says softly.  "So, shall we try to get out of here?  I mean, we can pretend to be staff and guards, but Grumblejack here would have to pretend to be our prisoner.  Anyone have a better idea?"

Eya thinks about it then says, "We can certainly try that idea. I can pretend to be as human as possible." Then, Eya wraps her tail around her waist underneath her maid outfit. She wears a maid or cooks hat to try and hide her horns and is careful to cover both her Asmodeus and Forsaken brands. "We could also just try and be as quiet as possible while we attempt to make our way down to the first floor, though that may also be too challenging if we have Grumblejack. I do have some magic that might be able to misdirect some of the guards if we're lucky. But if we are ever found out early,  we are just going to have to fight our way through while making our way down as fast as we can. Fighting our way through might actually work since we have some extra muscle, but we would still have to be quick and only fight a few at a time if possible. At the very least, I think our best bet is to try and get as far as we possibly can without alerting more guards. If they ever get in close, all they have to do is spot one of our brands for us to be found out. It doesn't help that both Respar and I are high profile criminals wanted for High Treason either."

Eya turns to Grumblejack, "We go soon. Follow me. Try be quiet. Me say "SMASH" when time to smash blue ones. OK?"

Eya finds an oversized bonnet amongst the clothing provided that is well suited for covering her horns and other notable features.

Further down the hall are two doors, to the left and right. At the end are a set of stairs heading downwards.

Grumblejack says, "I can sneak, Grumblejack is great sneaker. Once I sneak up on a farmer and his sheep. He turn around and look my way, then make water all over himself. I ask him if he sees anything, he says no. See? Great sneaker."

Speaking specifically to Eya, everyone's favorite elf says "just let him go run and...plaaayyyy.... with the guards downstairs while we make our exit elsewhere, yes?"

Grumblejack frowns at Kiven's comment, "There still lots and lots of little blue ones, and Grumblejack not feeling good twigman. Will probly get beat up again."

He asks hopefully, "Tiger lady help?

Kiven mutters to himself "I was wrong, Mitra has surely left me."

To the others, he asks "Can we leave today, please?"

Eya moves with the group, first to investigate the two doors leading to side rooms on the left and right. She places her ear up to each door first before opening, attempting to hear for the sound of guards. She doesn't hear anything behind either door, so she cracks open the left door first to see what's behind door number one.

Eya carefully opens the door. She manages to do this with only a slight creak, in spite of the rusted hinges.

Beyond is a dark room with no light in it whatsoever, with her enhanced vision, she can see that it appears to be a barracks. However, it appears to have not been used for this purpose in quite some time. The entire room is covered in dust, the shelves are empty, the beds stripped of linens. A leak in the roof has gone untended long enough for mold to grow around the water stains on the walls and floor.