This isn't going as planned, he thought as he inched closer to the cell wall. Wrong place, wrong time. He let out a quick sigh. It was too dark to see anything of use, but he swore up and down her could hear rats. His usual calm demeanor was being tested at the consistent sounds of water dripping off in a corner, and every so often he heard a rattle of a chained criminal down the way. It looked bleak, but Kazunari was remaining calm, if not slightly irritated.
It had happened quickly; a thief had ran by him in the streets, pushing an item of interest into Kazu's grip. It was more than likely a ploy to throw off the guard, and as far as the swordsman could tell, it had worked. The guard had immediately arrested him as an accomplice to the crime, and tossed him in the jail cell to rot.
Another sigh. They would probably never hold a trial, perhaps even forget that the man existed in the cell. He let out a calm breath. It should not be too difficult to break free. He stood up, stretching himself out. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the lighting. Good. He smiled, and walked to the cell door. He placed his palm against it, and focused. He felt the bond inside of him work it's power…the ancient pact that he had created with a wind spirit to grant Kazu the use of its magic. A powerful burst of wind impacted the internal mechanism of the lock, forcing it open.
Too easy. He slipped through the now open door, looking around. No guards. Odd. I'm getting lucky. The corridor that held the cells was warmly lit, surprising despite the status of the cells. Down the way, Kazu heard the soft sounds of a snoring guard. How original, he thought to himself as he walked down the corridor silently. The guard was, indeed, sleeping at his desk. As almost cliche as it seemed, Kazu was thankful. The guard's blade was laying on the table next to what Kazu assumed was a mug of some strong alcohol, by the smell of it. He grabbed the blade, and swung it experimentally to test the weight.
It's not what I would prefer, but it's better than nothing. He made his way out of the dungeon block, and up the stairs to what he assumed would be a main hallway in a castle. He was not native to Adeluna, and it worried him that he would be unable to find a way out. If there was any consolation, they never asked his name, nor made any attempt to truly record Kazu's presence. It's almost as if the Gods are smiling upon me. He arrived at the top of the stairwell. He was in luck. The entrance to the dungeon was separate from the main castle itself. An odd design, but not without it's benefits, Kazu thought.
It was easy from there to escape the courtyards with all the coming and goings of the castle, and Kazu once more found himself in the streets of the city, albeit now broke and without his gear. Still, it wasn't much….I'd rather cut my losses and move on. He let out a soft sigh, and made his way one more through the open city.
