Urist was in his cell, tossed carelessly in there just after the call had rang out. This upset him.<br/><br/>He swore silently as he heard the soldiers below.<i>I inna gettin out t'night, 'en. Un'ess...</i><br/><br/>He reason that the soldiers would be focused on their commander, for whatever this was. Late-night drills? Invasion? Urist didn't know, and he didn't really care, standing and slowly walking to the door of his prison.<br/><br/>Finding the door rather sturdy and somewhat locked, he withdrew his new hammer.