(congrats on getting approved!)<br/><br/>Marush eyed the elf carefully. True, there was little love lost between his people and theirs, but this one probably wouldn't backstab him. In all likelihood he was unjustly imprisoned like just like him.<br/><br/>'Sure, two sets of eyes are better than one' he said and shook his hand. 'But I'm not looking to escape from this city since I have unsettled business here. Some of your kind conspired to throw me into jail, and I plan to find out why.'<br/><br/>He eyed around and noticed a broom lying on the ground. He ripped the bristles off it and rolled it around in his hands. Sure, it wasn't a proper shaman's staff, but it was old wood and still had its spirit intact. It would have to do.<br/><br/>'Lead the way, twinkletoes.' They sneaked around in the dimly lit, fetid-smelling corridors, using darkness and the commotion other prisoners were making to mask their presence. At long last they arrived to a heavy door atop a staircase which was luckily unguarded. As they peered through it they could see the courtyard, with the main gate on its opposite side and an another door to their right leading to the ramparts.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a voice behind them asked 'What the hell are you two doing here?'