Jack
Hikari slowly moves his back to the northern wall, taking a long slow breath as he waits for the man to finish taking off his armor. He has time to burn. He can wait. Time isn't particularly of the essence.

He could wait until they're unarmored, then try to strike and kill them. Maybe slit both of their throats in the silence... But he doesn't need to as of now. A true spy - a true assassin - does not need to kill their way to victory. If they can find the prisoner first, they can secure a clean escape from there. Perhaps this can be done non-lethally altogether.

If not, it complicates things, but he'll have to play by what he has now. He hears no screams or chaos; so he has time to burn. He can wait for this one to strip off, then go from there.
Lawrence
*The man eventually strips from his armour, only having some cloth left to cover his body. Didn't seem to be very valuable cloth at that. The man would soon lay down on the bed and stretch before closing his eyes and soon falling asleep, unaware that tonight might be his last. There would be some voices that Hikari could hear. Though they didn't seem to be getting closer nor moving further away.*

*There was a gate between them though. The gate would be locked of course. The needed to protect themselves from the prisoners if the escaped their cells. Because most people just love being held captive*
Jack
Hikari took his time to take inventory. He has some magic flowing through his veins, but nothing useful. He should have practiced more before he came out. It's a crutch anyway - he supposes; content to sour the grapes.

He looks through the gate a little more to see how things are going. With the guard having fallen quiet, he might as well get to work on the gate. He pushes on it, but it's clearly locked. He wasn't super prepped for this, so he'll have to get creative.

He slips a dart out of his bag. He'll try to pick it open.
Lawrence
*Hikari would easily pick the lock, however. A mighty surprise would wait for him. The iron gate would swing open, creaking with increasable noise from all the rust on it. The guard from before would mummer something, which would be followed by an intense silence. Seemed these guards were fast asleep and weren't waking up anytime soon*
Frances
Dog stay hidden. Dog turn to east. Dog then turn up. Prison cashier too stronk for him. Must dispatch everyone else first instead.
Jack
Very good. He steps through the gate quietly, slipping the dart back into his bag and swinging his shotel errantly. He moves to the table in the middle of the room, snuffing out the candle with the side of his blade. Here's to hoping that makes it easier to move through here undisturbed. He then moves towards the gate, taking careful steps. If anyone or anything were to come into view, he'd stop, analyse and then step back.