The grand vision of becoming baroness of the keep was too tempting to pass up. The Drama Queen used her magic to creep to the lower cells, which had light security. The prison was rank with dirty and possibly dead bodies, moans and whittling noises hitting against stone walls in an otherwise quiet place. She found the dwarf she was looking for; he had a long, blaze red beard that swept the ground in front of him.
"Don't make a sound," she whispered beneath her invisibility,
"Promise me you'll rally these men to fight the guards and take the keep for ourselves, and I'll break you free." The dwarf took a few moments to realize what was going on, but he remembered back to his old drunk friend, Tragg, who said one day he'd break him out for taking the blame for both their crimes. A toothy smile satisfied her question as she went to disable the dozing prison guard.
And that is a tale for another time.
