Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141113103340/@comment-25123474-20141210160831

Rennac was just sitting there with his head hung low and with his hands playing with his boots. To the guards that might be guarding them, they might think that he had given up. But in truth he was taking something out of his boots. When he finally got it, it revealed itself to be a lockpick and a picking knife.

'It's a good thing I don't keep these in my pack.' He thought to himself. He wasn't going to pick the lock right now, because he might get caught if he did. So he was going to have to wait for something to occur so that he could get him and his companions out.