The guards had bolted themselves into the watch post as they approached the Quaggoth den, the splash of water from the garbage pool gurgling in the background as they come to the cave with the hulking cat like creatures inside, who were all looking warily at the prisoners who were out where they should not be out.<br/><br/>They don't make a move to leave their hole, but they seem rather bristled by what's going on and one is huffing and panting as if working itself up into a rage. Their quarters were just simple piles of foamy mushroom for beds, a few bowls for eating and some brooms. There was none of the shackles you'd expect of Dark Elves, these Quaggoth were broken and had no desire to rebel. Meanwhile the guards from the other end of the camp were starting to range shots, poisoned bolts whipping through the air and falling short, clattering along the ground towards the party.<br/><br/>It's sadly very much a dead end, Ront and Eldeth sizing up the watch tower as the frog man just stands there with the same placid look on his face as usual. Now they weren't in immediate danger he'd seem to have gone back to being vacant. Topsy was whispering to Turvy leaving only Sarith, the drow Prisoner the group had freed left to speak as he looked over the edge.<br/><br/>"Well" he said, sounding as bitter as ever "If humans can manage swimming how hard can it be? I'll leave you here."<br/><br/>Taking only a moment to secure a stolen crossbow he spreads his arms and leaps off the edge into the darkness and the waters below.