Cuan waited several seconds after the mage had left to move. Slowly and stiffly.<br/><br/>He yanked out the brick and the parchment pen.<span style="font-style: italic">Got in. Place is Empty. Seems to be accessible by people other than mage. Little dragon pet thing got in, distracted mage. Mage is a prick. Wants to erase memory.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mage forgot to close door, thought I was still paralyzed. Going to make a break for it. Assistance of some sort would be nice.</span><br/><br/>He watched the words fade into the parchment, knowing they'd be appearing on Scorch's copy of the parchment. Hopefully he'd check it before long. Cuan re-stashed the parchment and pen, replacing the brick. Couldn't be caught with it, would ruin everything.<br/><br/>The smith headed for the dungeon's exit, waited a minute, then slowly cautiously crept out into the corridor.<br/><br/>He hadn't been to this part of the castle before. This was going to be hard.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No choice but to try</span>, Cuan thought as he started to sneak through the halls.