Nevin had recovered from the two smacks to the head as Stare wrestled with the bastard jailor. He had pushed his way back to his feet as she made the man collapse - and how had she done that? Nothing seemed to have happened to the man before he collapsed, dropping his club. The blood mage had already begun moving as soon as the man went to grip his ankle, and then began screaming as his face began to rot.

"With pleasure, dear Avis." Nevin's voice came out in an angry hiss as he lunged forward, wrapping his arm one arm around the man arms, forcing them down. The other hand snaked forward, driving the blood-dagger deep into the man's neck, cutting off his screams of agony with a wet, coughing gurgle. Nevin took no chances, and ripped the blade back out, allowing a gush of blood to hit the ground, then dragged the edge of the blade through his eyes. He watched as the man fell over, coughing up blood weakly, impassive as one hand reached upwards to him. Nevin stepped on that hand, and searched the man for the keys to Stare's locks. There were a few keys on the ring that the jailor had jangled at him, one of which matched the blood key he had used to unlock Stare's first chain. Nevin moved over to Stare and began testing keys until he found the one that unlocked her hands and feet.

Once she was free he gave the body a kick and stood up, swaying slightly as he did so. He scooped up the club into his hand and hefted it, testing the two weapons. Stare was... Drained, weakened by her time in captivity. He moved over to her and pressed the warm, slick hilt of the dagger into the hand of the uninjured arm.

"Take this, conserve what strength you have. Until we can find my supplies, one of my potions should help you out. And... You're not the only one who picked up a new trick." Nevin straightened up and headed cell door, pausing in the now open doorway to stand guard until she was ready to move out.