Acting quickly, Slevin closes the door quietly and begins stripping the guards of their uniforms and equipment. As he does he studies them looking for signs of rank.
Slevin waits, biding his time until the guards are through the door and "tending" to the dog before he strikes.
Readied action. Once the guards are through the door and start dealin with the dog, Slevin will rush the guard closest to the door and target him with Touch Of evil
"You have a bear?" Slevin looks at the pretty little gnome girl and simply blinks a few times. "Anyway, I'd have to agree whith getting the guards in here, killing them as silently as possible and go from there."
"So here's the question,"Slevin whispers, testing the point on the dagger. "Do we try to use the hole on the wall, make a window and climb down on the rope, do we put it up against the door and drag a couple of these @#$#%ers through and taker their gear, or lure them in here, let the other prisones loose and escape in the chaos? Any thoughts?"
"I'll carry it." Slevin says picking up one of the daggers and testing its edge. "I plan on getting in the thick of things so I'm sure it'll come in handy"
Slevin frowns, wondering what in the world the girl could possible have do to merit Branderscar.Shaking his head he moves over to free her, popping the simple lock within seconds.
"I see nothing gets by you." Slevin says with a grin. Bringing his hands together as they are shackeld above his head, Slevin tugs at the stitching that looks curiosly like a set of lockpicks, holding carefully to it all.
Slevin chuckles at the unbridled sarcasm. ”Well it seems that our benefactor has seen fit to provide us with a few tools.” he says, opening hid closed hand to produce the veil.
"It appears that our particular....skill sets are in demand. However the one seeking to make use of our talents would like, an audition of sorts. Namely, walking out of this $#!+hole." Sleavin says quietly, looking at each of his fellow cell mates in turn.
Slevin accepts the veil leaning his head forward as if in affection as he studies the stitching on the veil. Whispering a phrase, his eyes glow, indicating any magic stored within the cloth
Slevin's unusual eyes study the woman quietly, weighing his options. Quietly he begins to chuckle.
The Dark Lord uses such finely crafted tools
"I'm all for moving to a better part of the city, and I'm sure the invitation would be prefereable to the alternative for the others, it's just the matter of our present hosts might...take offense to our just walking out." he says with a smile, eager to hear the plan for thier escape.
Slevin's eyes narrow slightly. "Welcome back, we were just saying the ambiance was missing a healthy dose of Fat Bastard. Your timing is impeccable as always."
"Killed a Paladin's father. He didn't take too kindly to it. He wasn't too fond of me killing the dozen lunkhead guards he sent after me either." Slevin says, shrugging before gruntinhg in pain from the position the chains kept his shoulders in.