An innocent expression on her face, Jesabela casually starts to inspect the crates.Andrew D. Gable said:"No tricks. Not all of us pirates are lying thieves, after all. Just most," Skimmer says as the group assembles in a small room lined with wooden crates.
"Allow me to get a look of my own before we all barge in there," Jesabela murmurs and squeezes past Skimmer."All's clear, it seems," he whispers hoarsely. "I'm not certain which cell the cap'n's in, so let's get searching."
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," Jesabela whispers back. "After all, this is not supposed to become an exchange of prisoners!"Relenoir said:"Hold, Jesabela," Moon's Brand says quietly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I sense danger beyond this door [...] Conceal yourself as best as you can as well, although that may not matter once you near this threat," she finishes, and with light squeeze to the other's shoulder, she releases Jesabela with a nod.
Remembering the Adgana leaves from the crates, a thought occurs to Jesabela, and she turns back to the others. "Not sure whether we could make some creative use of the Adgana leaves for that, but does anybody have herbs of a rather, uh, intoxicating persuasion? The guard might enjoy a break full of pleasant dreams ... Skimmer? How about you? Don't tell me you got clean by now! Or Hoagar? Some strong dwarven pipeweed maybe? Moon's Brand, do you have something medical of that nature? I'm open for suggestions."Jesabela pokes her head into the hallway and catches a glimpse of the receding back of a guardsman wearing the livery of Ragadorn. Apparently, this is the danger Moon's Brand sensed. He is receding into the darkness at the end of the hallway the door opens onto.