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Nigel proceeds through the hidden passage, his flame shimmering off the moisture that had accumulated on the stony walls. He steps lightly through the narrow passage hoping not to alert any guards that may be nearby. At the end was a handle to a door connecting into the royal prison, hidden seamlessly into the wall. He leans up against the door, listening in for any movement, hearing instead the conversation between the two prisoners. He held a hand out for the others to halt, cracking the door enough to look within.

Slowly he pushes the door open, putting out his flame and quietly stepping within seeing that the dungeon, for now at least, is clear. He motions for the infiltration team to follow motioning to a rather ornate metal box engraved with the crest of the First Mother, the goddess of creation. He steps over to the two prisoners. He then place his right arm to his chest and bows.

"I am Nigel Mordaine, and this was my family's kingdom, apologies for the less-than-warm welcome," he says as if it were his fault that any of this happened. "Admittedly, a rescue wasn't in the original plan, but this is hardly the first impression I want my country to have upon newcomers."