Sylvester Archipelago Auto-translated

-- I understand. As you can see, they're not in a hurry to release us, so we can take a risk and take the initiative ourselves. But I'll need your help.

I'm afraid I have to disappoint you...

Zen extended a hand to the defeated Odd.

Icarus got hit for 112, but I got hit for 142.

Okay, fine. I thought that while "they were reaching for their weapons," it would be our turn, but if not, that's okay. gg.

— Well, congratulations on the victory. I see that I made the right choice by coming to you. So, the enemy's agility isn't taken into account when calculating the chance to hit during a counterattack? — Kyk asked, accepting the help. — Or does the enemy have a lower chance to hit when you move away? Or did you just get stronger in the last hour? Icarus was taking 112 damage, and I was taking 142.

You just have bad armor.

— Let me state this upfront: we'll only get out of here if the guard is alone and has the keys. The chances are slim, but they exist. We'll just call someone and demand the food we're entitled to. When someone comes, you'll distract them, and I'll try to kill them. It's simple.
Gordian puts his wooden stick in one sleeve and his belt in the other, folded in such a way that it doesn't arouse suspicion, but can be easily and quickly retrieved at any moment. Bruttius wasn't sure if this piece of wood could kill someone, so this was a last resort – to strike the liver. It's better to approach from behind or from the side and throw the belt like a noose, but it's not certain that it will be possible to do so.

- Okay, but I doubt we'll be able to pull this off.

-- Yes, me too. If things don't go as planned, we just abandon everything, and I'll go back to reading my book.
Bruttus approached the gate.
-- Hey, is anyone there?

Maybe I should have stayed on the ship, and then the Heroes player wouldn't have thought to check this room, and everything would have gone as planned...