Ravus sat there, nothing more than a shell, his long black hair fell over his face as he just stared at his bound hands. Everyone's words fell on deaf ears as he began to hatch his own plan of escape. He slid his hands under his feet and behind his back and reached into his pouch, presenting two small screwdrivers. He began to fiddle in each of his locks, "shoddy craftsmanship." He mumbled before soon hearing a click, then set to work on freeing himself entirely.<br/><br/>He kept silent as the others spoke and pulled out a few more objects from his pouch; a few sheets of metal, a couple leather strap, a draw string, some metal tubes, nails and a piece of wood. Once they stopped for the ship, Ravus had a miniature crossbow latched onto his right arm and and only four small arrows. "You wanted silent Aryia, you have Silent."<br/><br/>He waited for the right moment and struck, dropping five guards. They had unfortunately taken his boots, otherwise he would have had the daggers on the tips to fight with. He slipped out of his shackles and rushed a few guards, dropping them with a quick strike. he grabbed a set of keys and tossed them to Aryia 'Let's go..."