Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-12599067-20140703014949

"Not a clue," Bjolmar lied, eyes still focused on mining but his mind at work. He wondered if his cellmate had already planned everything out or was just plotting as she went. Either way, he wasn't entirely sure she knew what she was getting in to. He knew that there were ballistae mounted on the walls, up at the watchtowers, and as far as he knew, the only way out was through one of the tri-portcullis gates, which took at least three minutes apiece to open. It seemed like a hopeless attempt to him. Not that he wasn't interested, of course.