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The dungeon seemed to only have two prisoners of note, one dwarf and the other being a strange, humanoid-looking creature of some description. Elsewhere in the room was an ornate box, presumably containing the oh so sacred blood of the leader of the Exalted. Why the guards hadn't thought to keep the damn thing under lock and key in a safe was beyond Rina. The dwarf's assumption didn't fail to set her off though.

"For gods sakes, we aren't wearing perfume! Why would we, out here like this?" she hissed angrily, clutching her staff. "Hmph. I suppose anything would smell like perfume to something that lived in a dank cave."

There was a split second of agreement before Helena realised her companion might just be ready to whack a tiny person even tinier, never really did had a sense of tact when agitated and it was at times like this the ladyknight would've liked Rina to act professionally instead of a spoiled brat (though she had to supress an inward chuckle at the girl's remark).

And so with something of a repressed sigh, Helena took a step forward, giving both the dwarf-lad and Rina a disapproving look; her hand gently resting on her companion's shoulder for a moment, making sure she wouldn't go into a fit. Surprisingly, she managed to calm down, simply contenting herself with a death glare aimed at the dwarf.

With the box containing the vial of blood in their possession, the party was ready to return to the pub cellar they had crawled out from. Before that, though, Prince Nigel seemed intent on freeing the prisoners in the hope that they would join the rebel cause.

"Wait a minute," said Rina. "We don't know what crimes these two were locked up for. For all we know, they could either be loyal to the crown or deranged psychopaths. Or anywhere inbetween."

From the look of things, Rina's comment seemed somewhat unjustified. Sure the cloaked guy seemed a bit shady, albeit friendly and reasonable. The dwarf obviously hadn't made good impressions with Rina, but beyond that he didn't seem to be a threat either. An expectant look darted to the would-be prince, if anyone was in the position to decide the fate of these prisoners it'd be him. Plus, the enemy of your enemy is your friend was a philosophy Helena held quite close to heart. If they proved useful...