The slave pen becomes a flurry of activity...
Buppido watches as Finnan reveals the secert compartment and removes his tome from inside.
"A might big book for one so small," the derro quips in Undercommon.
"You have a spell to transport all of us out of here?"

Ront searches the dead body of the drow guard, and removes his shortsword from its scabbard before following Finnan back into the slave pen and taking up a position like that of a guard.

Stool also follows the halfling into the cell, but more like a lost puppy than a guard.

Derendil walks over to Atallia and holds out his shackled arms before then moving out of the cell towards Thia. In an archaic form of elven he says,
"You are daring, bold, and resourceful. Once I am freed from my captivity I would be honored if you would consider commanding my royal guard."
<Atallia can lose her reaction for the turn to unlock Derendil's manacles, if she wishes.>

JimJar watches all that is happening and then moves slowly over to Atallia. He holds out his hands and puts on the biggest grin the girl has ever seen.

Eldeth acts like the only sensible one on the whole group of ragged prisoners as she moves quietly to the corner where she can keep an eye on the stairs leading to the quaggoth lair. She reaches out and acquires the hand crossbow and quarrels of the downed guard, just in case.

Sarith moves quietly also, but he is more or less finding a better spot top watch the escape than to be of any help.
"Ready to leave now Topsy?"
"Just waiting for you Turvy. Lets go!"
The twin deep gnomes run out of the slave pen and cling to the wall just outside the gate. The watch the far bridge as the think of how to finally leave the drow outpost.
And lastly Shuushar moves, getting up from his seated postion, he moves (wobbles really) to where Finnan and a group of prisoners are gathered.
*gluop* "I can be part of no volience in this," he gruggles.
"But I will help afterwards as guide if you wish."
The drow guard looks to Kildrak a smirk on his face. He goes to intone some sort of magical incantation and the smirk becomes a look of horror. He tries to cry out, but no sound escapes his throat. It was Kildrak's turn to smirk.
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Attallia
Kildrak
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