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<br/>​</div>The dwarves were interesting, and Marek watched them carefully, noting mannerisms and the like. A changeling never knew when he might have to impersonate one, and he'd never met many dwarves. The expedition went well - until the bandits took them. Marek had wanted to fight of course, but even he realized if he'd been on his own he'd have been killed, and he had others to think about in this situation. Still, a Fae such as himself did not take slights like this lightly. Were he an Unseelie he'd already be looking for ways to make them pay in horrific ways.<br/><br/>As it was Marek went along with their capture and soon found himself in a cell by himself, though he could hear the others. His hands were bound, but that proves little impediment as he shifted the bones and muscles in his hands and slipped the bonds easily. He couldn't see where the keys to the cells were kept, but as with the bonds on his hands he shifted and between more 'solid' forms he managed to slip through the bars of his cell. He couldn't slip under doors or anything that small, but the bars of the cell were perhaps six to eight inches apart, and he managed.<br/><br/>Now outside of the cell Marek took a less conspicuous form, knowing if he stayed as a monk he'd be spotted right away. He still hadn't managed to perfect hair, so he took the form of a large scarred<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b8/33/7b/b8337be894e9c41cfce8ff1f40288fbb.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">bandit</a>. It was a look that would fit in well he hoped, and at least allow him the leeway to grab some keys and free the others. He grabbed a crossbow as soon as he found one, and it would allow him to have at least some attack rather than his bare hands. That was how he fought, but that would also give him away.<br/><br/>Moving to the cell where Sybille was kept he appraoched the bars with a finger to his lips for her to remain quiet, and whispered to her.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><span style="font-size: 10px">"It's me, Marek. I'm going to try and find some keys and get you out of here..."</span></span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null"> he told her and gave her a reassuring nod. He then went to the cells of Shadow and Elri to tell them the same....</span></span>