He smiled as she came out of her painful state, laying back with her. When he heard her speak of no one hiring a female blacksmith, or having no coin, he laughed."If we escape with the plan I am coming up with, You won't have to worry about coin. You'll be opening your own shop by the time we make it out..." He said softly, letting slip that he did have a plan. He was actually just waiting for the best time to pursue his escape. Rouges best weapon was his cunning. He would make it out, all he had to do was live."Take my words to heart. Bide your time, and strike when the getting is good... you will avenge your father, count on that..." He said softly, putting his arm behind his head and closing his eyes.<br/><br/>He remained quiet again, waiting for a response, but going over his plans in his head. On his way in, he saw the two hallways that they didn't go through, as well as the slave quarters. He even saw the winners circle golden door. He wasn't sure what was in there, but he could only guess that Roark was it's inhabitant. Who else in this shit whole would have a solid gold doorway. His plans soon began to play out in his head. On a blueprint that was unfinished, he began to pick apart the floors one by one. His revenge was against roark, for everything he had been put through to get here. He remembered the pain he was issued for stealing bread. If fay was going to be coming with him, she would have to be trained in many different weapons, and hand to hand. Not only did he want her to find her closure, but having a second blade in his plans nearly tripled his success rate. Since there was still many variables in his plans he sighed and pushed the thoughts aside.<br/><br/>He slowly turned over in his bed, looking toward fay with a small smile..."One thing I can tell you, you might have already learned this in yesterday's fight. Your weapon is a tool of destruction. Trust the weight and use it to your advantage..." He paused, smiling as he thought of the fight the day before."And since none of these are custom to you, or hold any value. When all else fails...Throw it and get another one..." He said with a small laugh, calmly allowing her to respond to one of the best tricks he could teach her. Several fights he had been in called for throwing whatever he had to win. It saved his life many times, and he knew it would save hers too.