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A reluctant rescue

{Everyone laughs at you - weak in combat, no magic potential, you're seen as nothing, even the adventuring party that took you in was only taking pity on you. But if anyone paid any attention to you, they'd realise that you're a master at stealth, able to sneak past everyone and into everywhere.}

Sometimes I wonder why I stay with these idiots and help them out of every mess they get themselves into. If they made a mess to get into this situation, I know they are able to make an even bigger mess that cancels out the first one. I've seen them do it before. Then again they almost got themselves killed when they did that. As much as I hate it, these complete idiots have grown on me.

So thats how I found myself crouching on a support beam above my party's heads, waiting for their captors to leave the room. I wonder if I should make my efforts clear this time or do like I normally do and nudge them in the directions I want them to go, let them think they got out all on their own. As much as I enjoy their childish pride and joy at 'getting themselves out of it', their jabs and teases about me being useless and dead weight are starting to bother me.

Seeing as their captor didn't seem to want to leave anytime soon, I lean back and sit on the beam, one leg hanging down and tail silently flicking in the air as I debated with myself. If I do as I normally do, who knows when the next chance will be. On the other hand, it might break their brains to realize nearly every escape wasn't because of them.

I silently humm to myself, once again thankful for my voice being taken away years ago for moments like these, though I hate the scar on my neck. A crow silently landed on my hand to let me pet it. Then a thought came to me, petting hand stilling on the bird's feathers. Why not both? A chilling smile crept onto my lips. Yeah. Why not both? I haven't had a good challenge in a while. It'll be difficult to get my group's attention while not alerting the guards with how thick-skulled they can be.

The crow flutters off as I silently get to my clawed feet and casually walked across the beam to the wall. Scaling up it and out a window, mindlessly sneaking my way to an enterance and weaving my way through the dark castle to set up everything I need to. Not one servant even batting an eye at my unusual way of dress or presence.

Once everything was set up I casually snatched a servant's cloak and swung it around my shoulders in one swift movement perfected over years of sneaking around. I sweep up a serving tray in another graceful movement, stride never slowing for a moment as I make my way up to the tower my group was held in. As I knock on the door and sheepishly peek my head in to get the evil wizard's attention, feigning nervousness. I internally chuckle to myself as the wizard glares down at me, every one of her countless magi wards and the holes through them now visible to my perceptive eyes.

Yes. Quite the challenge.