Murph nods in eager thanks, first looking over the armor for anything small in studded leather he could cobble together for himself.

He then examines the crossbow closely, already looking for ways to try to upgrade it.

He's interrupted by Dart's idea. He nearly drops the crossbow in excitement and bounds over to him. "Yes! Yes, that is an excellent idea! I've nearly burned down Felogyr's a few times with smaller versions of what you describe, with a fellow inventor in the shop, Maul Atoff. But to use a whole bottle and a cloth for an igniter, well, it could serve as a possible excellent distraction. I like how your mind works, my good friend Dart!"

He then goes back to the crossbow, cleaning it, examining it, experimenting with it.

Magnus hands over two small, and one medium sized Fist uniform. You don't know who of the group could use the large uniform, but you accept it nonetheless. Since the Rock was a Fist outpost, you thankfully decline use of the Watch uniforms. When you describe your idea for incendiaries, Magnus' eyes light up. "Most of the strong liquour has been confiscated by the authorities and taken to Watch-Warehouses near the castle ward. They're not particularly well guarded, but you might be too pressed for time. Alternatively, there's the gnomish artists at the Whitkeep hotel- many of them use strong spirits for their paints and as far as I know those haven't been confiscated yet. I also imagine that the gnomes there would be happy to supply you with what you need in an effort to help free one of their own."

Blair's eyes would light up in delight, "Ouu." She'd bounce from Magnus' side and stride the length of the supplies with some extra pep to her step. Practically purring, the redhead would run her fingers along the length of many of the items presented before her. "Hmm." She'd pivot thoughtfully, patting her nose.

"Oh Magnus, I know you have something a little more colourful and fun." Blair would glance over to playfully bat her eyelashes at Magnus as she plucked at the fabrics. "Dagmar may be delighting us with some circus performers." She'd coo with a smirk before adding. "Should I be so lucky." If there was an opportunity for her to have an added disguise available to her just in case, she'd take it.

Blair would eye the grappling hook, "Neither of you fellas think we need a hand getting up?" She'd tilt her head, feeling the weight of it in her hands.

A mischievous smirk played on her lips as she continued forward once again. The dancer would pluck a deck of cards, perhaps a staff and some rope. It screamed 'flame baton' potential.

Murph touches a bulky part of his pack. “Already have a grappling hook actually, but feel free to get another! And rope is always useful, especially for a tower over water.”

Blair smiles to Murph, please to see he's got one covered, nodding in agreement with his words. "This may be a tool too complicated for me to conceal." She'd wink prior to turning around to pluck some daggers from the stash, finding places within her leathers to tuck them. Spares on top of her pair could be nice.

Magnus produces an old and patched costume and face paints and is happy to outfit you with the mentioned equipment- "As always, bring it back if you can, so we can use it again. But more importantly, make sure you get back."

He then turns to Dart: "Anything more I can do for you? Just know that if you successfully pull this off, I need you all back here, the level of mayhem you produced got some attention, even overseas." As he says this, he points to a crate of rations and fake currency, issued likely by Brelish agents in the West.

“I think this is it for now. Wish us luck I suppose.” (Assuming we’ve completed all of the steps in our planning. Dart is ready to proceed)

Blair’s eyes light up when Magnus would gift her with colourful linens. Her smile turned warm as her fingers pet the fabric during inspection. She’d finish rounding up a few items to complete the look. Eventually she’d pad her way back to the dwarf, emerald eyes would find his. Stepping in closer, she’d walk her fingers up his chest and rest against him. “I’ll come back,” Her smile would quirk into a smirk, and she’d lean down to whisper closely in his ear. “To back, for you.” The dancer would chuckle softly. She’d give him a gentle and genuine kiss on the cheek. “Thank you Magnus.” Backing up, the redhead would adjust his clothing slightly before fully stepping away.

Looking to Dart as she sauntered by, “How long do you expect a girl to wait?” Blair would pop her brow. “She can’t suffer forever.” Twitch’s situation only became more dire the longer they took, but again they couldn’t just rush into things. “Are you solid and committed to your approach?” They needed to be sure that they were all ready with what they planned to do.

”And you Murph?” Green hues would scan to him as she passed by. “Ready for some excitement?”

Murph nods when addressed, looking up from his crossbow. "Yes, I suppose we have a fishing boat to catch while it's light, right? That's our plan, to try for the sally port, go in quiet, and hope for a distraction as we leave?"

He'd help Dart in his pursuit of that bottle incendiary, if there's time.

Seeing the time draw to a close, you decide to make for Rivington and the fishing boat, even without the incendiaries. Not ideal, but with Twitch's life on the line, waiting any longer was unconscionable. Stashing the equipment Magnus gave you in your bags, pouches and on your persons as best you can, you make your way as quickly as possible out of the catacombs and onto the road to Rivington, where Magnus is waiting for you with his small boat. You all but break out into a full jog, but try to keep as low a profile as possible for the time being. 

Half an hour later, you get to the fisherman's jettys in Rivington. The sunis low on the horizon, but hasn't started to set yet and you estimate, that you're likely to have another two to three hours of sunlight left. Coming from Rivington, you'll have the setting sun at your back, glancing off the river, probably aiding you in your approach as well. You frantically look around for a few anxious moments, before you see Dagmar launch a sleek and shallow rowboat from a small pier behind a run- down boat shed. You quickly get in and start rowing up- stream, out of earshot of any passers-by, before Dagmar starts to speak to you all.

 "Blair, I got in touch wit' some o' the ol' Whitkeep perfomers- gnomes all, most o' them knew Twitch. They're erratic folk, perfect fer creatin' chaos. They're goin' ta be meetin' in Twin Songs in an hour if ya want ta meet up with'em an' start running some sorta distraction up top. Jus' tell us if ye want us ta drop you off on the other side o' the river." 

Blair had plenty of time to inventory and reinventory her supplies, as well as check and recheck her disguise. She'd go over her routine in her head, tapping her fingers on her thigh to her own beat. Hopefully it hasn't been so long that she's out of practice.

When Dagmar would address her, the redhead's smile would grow. "The performers sound perfect." She'd purr, giving him a nod. Blair wanted to be dropped off separate from Dart and Murph. She wanted to strut in to bring all attention to her to give them the best chance, the bolder the better, within reason, for safety, of course. The more she could draw in along the way and follow her to the stage for the grand finale, the better. It was going to be a smashing good show after all.

Looking at Blair longing knowing that a good performance is soon to be missed. I mentally prepare myself for the upcoming jailbreak. Going over in my mind all of the plans we have in place. Knowing it’s entirely likely that it won’t survive contact with the “enemy”. 

Murph scratches his head. "So we can talk on these things. Keep us updated, Blair. Dart, we're trying to get in quiet-like, right?"

“That’s the hope Murph. Get in. Get Twitch. Get out. While Blair distracts people out here and hopefully we don’t get...” Falling silent let the last word go unsaid. 

Blair had already forgotten about the fancy tech Murph equipped them with. “Keep whispering sweet nothings in my ear and you’ll get more than you’ve bargained for.” Although they couldn’t see it, they could tell the redhead had her signature smirk on by the sound of her voice. “I hope you’re ready boys.”

With a few quick strokes, Dagmar gets you all into the center of the stream, before slowly and steadily rowing you across the river to allow Blair to hop off. 

Twin Songs:
Blair, it doesn't take you long to see where the gnomish performers were getting ready. Several of them looked like fools in bright harlequin outfits with jaunty caps and bells. Looking at their equipment though, at least one of the five before you was a juggler. Seeing you approach, one of them does a cart wheel and gets to a jumping stop a few feet before you. His entire face is painted white apart from a bat-shaped pattern across the bridge of his nose and around his eyes.

"Ace Freeleigh, pleasure! Now, what do you bring to the party then, luv?"

River:
Dagmar slowly and methodically makes his way back to the middle of the stream and towards the towering near sheer rocky jut in the middle of the river. He gives you a quick nod once you're at least a hundred yards from any other fishermen or boat travellers for you to quickly change into your uniforms if you wish to.From where you are, still about half a mile away from Wyrm's rock, you can barely make out the sally port, about sixty feet above the water's edge, with only a very thin staircase winding its way down from the port to the river below.

Do you put on the uniforms?

I take my time putting on the uniform. Doing my best to ensure everything is as it should be. Hopeful that this guise helps in avoiding suspicion from any stray glances. 

Once solo, Blair inhales a deep and calming breath. She'd let everything just fall away, relaxing herself into the moment. When her green hues fall upon the performers, she'd light up with glee. And at Ace Freeleigh's introduction, she'd bounce in excitement with some happy hums. "I'm delighted to spark things up. Ignite the crowd." The redhead would pull out staff, batons and home made fist pois. "I bring a little flare. Heating things up so we can burn the house down." She lets out an innocent giggle, flashing a pleased look with all her puns. Bending forward, she'd smile warmly to Ace. "I'm a fire dancer, luv." She winks.

Disguise check: 16

Ace's eyes light up with excitement at Blair's comment. "Well, looks like we should warm up then, really fire things up!" With a quick shout over his shoulder he orders: "Paul, Gene, Tommy, Eric, get the cart and start playing, it's time to roll out." With that, you see the other four leaping up onto a tarp-covered cart painted in a wild array of bright colours and thrilling images. Even the cart-horse was painted to resemble a zebra, but the paint near the harness had already started to smear. Ace hops into the driver's seat and pats the bench next to him. "Come on, time to head onto the bridge!"

Down on the river, Dart does his best to put on the disguise. It fits reasonably well, but you notice that the sleeves are a little longer than they should be and the midsection is a little baggier than you'd like. Still, hopefully the disguise will be good enough.

Murph, do you remain in your current outfit or do you get into one of the uniforms?