SedentaryCobra
Outhouse Poet
"We escape punishment if we admit?" Sonor snorted. "What a load of horseshit. 'Oh yeah we're rebels, thanks, now we get off free.' What the hell is the catch in all this?" Sonor felt the binds, probing at them with wordless, formless magic. The steel wouldn't be manipulated easily, the enchantments making it difficult to break. Not that he would likely be able to get past the guards directly in front of him.
The ground, though, didn't hold any of the same enchantments. Tapping lightly on the heavy stone floor, Sonor met eyes with the avid, and gave an ever so slight nod. With a wordless spell, Sonor projected a wispy voice into her ear so only she could hear. "I can slip us through the stone onto the level below before they can react. Are you with me, if worst comes to worst?" He looked for a nod out of the corner of his eye.
"Just state your game and stop jacking me off. I've got better things to do than play around in a dungeon." Sonor stated aloud, flatly.
The ground, though, didn't hold any of the same enchantments. Tapping lightly on the heavy stone floor, Sonor met eyes with the avid, and gave an ever so slight nod. With a wordless spell, Sonor projected a wispy voice into her ear so only she could hear. "I can slip us through the stone onto the level below before they can react. Are you with me, if worst comes to worst?" He looked for a nod out of the corner of his eye.
"Just state your game and stop jacking me off. I've got better things to do than play around in a dungeon." Sonor stated aloud, flatly.