She explained to Roebor that the guard on duty now snoozed in blissful ignorance of Shannon’s escape plans.
Except she had no escape plans.
So, back to square one. Any ideas? she asked.
Nothing, he said. Salesti?
salesti thinks of nothing.
How about you, Narci? Roebor asked.
The cat purred, as if pleased Roebor had consulted her. Slipping from the shadows, she crept along the cave’s far wall and wiggled through the bars. She pattered over to the latrine, and peered into the opening.
Narci was hinting she should escape that way
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