“Bloody<i>hell</i>, woman!” Rob exploded, throwing a reflexive arm over his face to protect his vision from flying shards of glass. “I was just going to jimmy the thrice-damned lock, not announce a jailbreak to the entire<i>town</i>!”  The redhead was ignoring him, choosing to speak with the witch - the<i>other</i>witch - as she sat and smirked and cackled in her cell.  “But yeah, go ahead and untie her. Maybe you can do it with a bloody damn<i>earthquake</i>, just in case somebody didn’t<i>notice</i>?”<br/><br/>The crazy witch stretched limbs left numb from long restraint, twisting and contorting in ways that would have been far more distracting if he wasn’t busy watching out for the guards.  “Ready when you are,” she snickered.  “Dolly's the name and the mysterious, demonic, and dead are my game. And you are?"<br/><br/>“Name’s Rob,” he replied, dragging the bandage off his eyes. Probably have to see clearly enough, soon enough. “And... hsst!”  A knife seemed to materialize in his hand as he stuffed the bandage away, and then he held a warning finger to his lips.<br/><br/>At the far end of the hall, the jail door opened. A balding, bearded man peered in, clutching an arbalest that shook along wuth his hands. His eyes went wide at what he saw, and he opened his mouth to call out.<br/><br/>Rob’s knife flashed as he threw it. The guard’s cry cut off in a gurgle, and he crashed to the floor with the handle protruding from his neck.  “Come on!” he urged, drawing another knife from his sleeve and rushing the door. “Before they can get organized!”