"I do not see why not."  Tempest says mentally to the group.  "Seems quite versatile..."  She would try different ways of communicating, reaching out to one person, then two, then three, checking to see who reacts and who does not, making sure that the communication can be controlled and to what extent or limitations it might have.  "Any idea of the range of this?" She asks the mushroom-man. 

Stool seems to hesitate. You can't get too far away before it stops working. But you don't have to stay right next to each other either.

(30 ft is the range. He's very unhelpful when it comes to that stuff.)

The Derro remains in the corner, chatting with anyone who comes over to talk with him.  He seems quite relaxed for a prisoner, watching and listening to what is going on, but giving little in the way of helpful suggestions.  He would be talking in either Dwarven or Under Common though, so has a limited number he can talk with.

Manju - Looking across the group speaking in his head "What do we do?"

As much as the talking bothered Ront, this silent glance crap bothers him more What's goin on? We're talkin betrayal and escape and now no nothin?

Stool looks over, and Ront now hears in his head there...now you can talk to us.

Out loud, but quietish, so whoever can hear I think Manju, we wait for the cage to be unlocked. Then undo these (lift chains) and wait for something else. I guess you and Don and whoever else is fast go over to the tower first? Not sure what else to plan until we know

Thinking to Stool We should let all the prisoners share the spoors, so there is less suspicion and better planning. 

Stool walks over to the others, pausing for a moment, then moving on. He comes back. I did it.

"Glad to meet you all, and have such a great means of communication..."  The Derro's voice says in everyone's head.  "I am Buppido.  It seems you are making great progress.  You should have me out of here in no time.  Great work."  He smiles, almost fondly, at the group from his corner.

Sarith looks around. What's going on? Why can I hear everyone's thoughts? (Stool explains, I'll save you the exposition) I see...so we are making plans to escape then? What's the plan?

Tempest addresses everyone but the Drow prisoner.  "I am not sure I trust the scarred drow, but it seems he may be our only choice for now."  She tells them.  "If he does not do as he said, we are out nothing, and can watch for another chance.  If he does unlock the door, and gives us the distraction we need, then we can grab our gear and get out of here, hopefully without having to face those drow warriors in the process."

The quaggoth lumbers forward, confusion on its face. So we're escaping? Finally? I will do my part. I'm not much in this form, but I do have the strength of this beast, at least.

In everyone's head, Jimjar says "This is gonna be great. I can't wait to get back to Blingdenstone. Anyone have anything pointy I could use until we get our gear back? 10 gold says I'm handier with it than you would be, anyway!"

Don, speaking telepathically, "Gad, a plan sounds like a good idea. Hopefully we can get our gear and get out of here without encountering any of the drow, but there's a good chance we'll have to fight. I understand not everyone here is able to fight... or willing," Don scowls concernedly at the Kua-toa, "but that doesn't mean we don't all have a role to play. I think a group of capable fighters should take the lead to the armory. We'll need those both fast and strong, in case we need to force any doors. The others should lag behind, but only a moment. If fighting breaks out we'll want the reinforcements."

Then to Sarith telepathically, but so everyone can hear, "Sarith, is the armory at the guard tower kept locked? Do you remember?"

Shuushar, the kuo-toa, continues sitting serenely, but dips his head. It is my sacred vow. I will assist you how I can, but I can not bring harm to any creature.

Sarith glances at him, then at the rest of the group. No...there are no doors in the tower. But where will we go after we get our equipment?

Don nods at Shuushar, "I understand about vows. I will not ask you to break yours, even if we may need every strong arm." Then facing Sarith, "The only place we can go. Down! Through the spider webs and into the pool below, that is what Jorlan recommended. Do you have a different idea?"

Sarith smiles wryly. I'm sure he did. I'm also sure he neglected to mention the ooze down there.

"Everything down here oozes. What do you mean?" Don says, a little anxiously.

"And is this ooze more dangerous than staying here?"  Tempest asks with a glance around at the cell.  "Or do you have a better option for us?"

A gray ooze Sarith says. Jorlan cares not whether we actually escape..****y that Ilvara and Shoor look incompetent. We must be ready to deal with it.