Finally, after what seemed like breaks, the boy reached the keys which hung on the eastern wall, not to be mistaken with the southern, or south-eastern walls. He was stalling again, delaying his actions with his thoughts, so that everything stopped and he got another chance to change his mind. He wasn't going to change his mind, he knew that, for he wasn't truly afraid, he just had a touch of anxiety in his being. Which teenager didn't? And after several more trills of procrastinating and doubting himself, he picked up the keys to the relatively quiet sound of metal crashing against other metal, and turned around on his heel, moving for the door. Both of the inhabitants of the prison cell seemed ecstatic at the idea of being released, the fat man so he could get away from the witch, and the witch so she could get away from her death. Any moment now, there would be a loud voice behind the boy, asking about what exactly he was planning to do. The other guards would notice, from outside the dungeon, and they would yell out to him to stop him from making such a mistake.
Why the fek was he so anxious and uncertain? He asked himself and immediately sped up, reaching the door within a trill. Zane Black wasn't full of uncertainty, nor anxiety, he was focused, ready and able, and he would follow his ideals to the grave. He was so sure of himself as he opened the door of the cell, almost as if the moments of anxiety never existed.
"Sarah Dj'pyrj, we're leaving." He said with confidence lining his throat, as he looked towards the woman and offered her a hand. She followed him, and immediately after her, came the fatter, older, more male man. George the Black-eye, he was called. Not that it mattered, since Zane shut the door right after the woman was outside, probably smashing the man's nose in. He drew his sword from his hip. Ironic, the sword of the Iron Hand was just about to help an anti-Iron Hand act. If only swords had wills of their own, no criminal would walk free. Thankfully, some criminals deserved to walk free, and it was thus good that swords did not have wills of their own. If Zane remembered right, there would be two guards right outside, but if lady luck would will it, they wouldn't be paying much attention. Who would expect a prison break-out from the inside, after all? He didn't want to murder people, but if he had to, he would rather murder them quickly.