Giving Arroth a rather severe look, Drydan harumphed, shot her another scandalously amused look, and started laying out his plan,
"Here goes...and no interrupting until I'm done, you little pest. So, what we need to do is get one of us out of here so that we can scope out this place before plotting our escape. Until we do that, it will be hard to plan how to get out of here. We need to know things like, is there a wall? Gaurds? If so, how many? How many villagers? Are they all poor, or are there some that would be fit enough to chase after us? Do they have many horses? How far from the village are they kept? That sort of thing. I would prefer to go out myself, but after my confrontation with that one guard, I doubt they would let me out for any reason."
Here Drydan frowned, clearly not liking his own idea,
"You will have to go out. They won't feel as threatened by a pretty young woman such as yourself. We will use the blue ink to create a masterpiece of a bruise on your skin...maybe your arm or face. The face would probably be best as it is the most noticeable. We will beg medical attention for you and when they take you from here, you use the time to scope out our surroundings. If you can, ask questions, but pretended to merely be curious, and act sweet but a little slow witted - that will make them relax around you. Now here is the real important part, when you are either leaving this room or coming back, try to slip one or two of your coins into the hole in the wall where the dead-bolt drops in. Do you know what I mean? The bolt slides into the wall, not ontop of it like a barn door. That's good for us, because if you can keep the bolt from falling completely in, that will leave some play in the lock and the door will not close as tightly. If you can do that, I can pretty easily pick the lock the rest of the way."
Drydan stopped speaking and raised his eyes to look at Arroth, trying to judge her reaction to his rather unsecure plan.