From behind the short wall, the cells were completely visible. Two Elven spies sat on one side, watching their fallen comrade. They had one chance. There were six guards. Can they do it? Vale glanced over at Leta. "You ready?" She asked, drawing her bow and aiming it at the lone guard in front of Acer's cell. Acer was chained heavily to the floor, barely conscious and bleeding heavily. Vale exhaled silently. "We've got one chance, you know the plan. I distract the guards, you get Acer and leave, don't worry about me. Got it?"