"Well... it was a nice try" Kalan thought, whilst his friend was laughing at the odd smell down there on the floor.
"Now... you seem, umm... honourable gentlemen..." Kalan wretched a little, the shock may have sobered him but the beer was still there, "mind if I... loo and stuff?"
Kalan turned to walk away to the wash room, hoping the other man they'd singled out had something up his sleeve - Kalan certainly didn't. Anything he could think of was ever so slightly drastic, mostly things that ended up with him dead one way or another: used as the guards' pin cushion, ripped apart by his own magic, that sort of drastic. Not the drastic he'd prefer.
