Dragox listened to what he said and nodded.  “That sounds good to me, but why are you making it sounds like I need your help to get out of this cell.”  He walks over to one of the bars and hits it a little.  A metal ring can be heard.  He then hits the one next to it and a slightly different ring can be heard.  He smiles some.  “Impurities in the metal, wear and tear, a small hairline fracture.  They shouldn’t matter but there is always that chance.”  He then grabs the bar and gives it a quick push.  About a four foot section of the bar snaps off in his hands.  He barely manages to squeeze through the gap that the broken bar made but ends up out of the cell.  He looks at Zen and holds the metal bar like a walking stick.  “One in a million chance.”