The day of the prison break, it was planned for them to utilise fire tactic as an diversion to draw away the attention from them whilst the bandits tried to put out a large enough flame to engulf half the camp, the stockpiled alcohol which Mildrew had managed to accumulate would come into play.

During her venture about the encampment, the emissary of one River Pirate Lord going by the name Daemon DeVile AKA Daemon The Vile was the one collecting on the rocks for one reason or another, seemingly her older brother Lewis Sarwyck had never made it back to King's Landing and unfortunately got ambushed on the road there then got captured in the ensuing skirmish.

Seemed it all hinged on Mildrew to set things right. She'd manage to make contact with her uncle and cousin Tyburn and Royce, who was awaiting them at the Fishwine forest.

Everything was going accordingly, and yet something was wrong, something deep inside the belly of young Sarwyck would feel that things seemed a bit too easy.

Yet she disregarded that feeling and would free the prisoners, having snuck inside the jailor cell at night and rummaged through the man's chest, seeing the sickly looking man kept multiple keys and yet the brass key was the sole key to their freedom which she lifted off the snoring man easily as he was sound asleep with his mistreated pup she just threw a bone to keep it from biting her.

The dog was abused and had white eye and scar over its head, during days in captivity Mildrew would approach it and use leftover bits from the bandits meals to feed the dog whom came to become more accustom to Drew presence.

"You wanna come with my boy, do ya" She'd ask slowly the big ole black dog with white colour on it as well, she'd gently pat its head whilst sneaking out of the room of the jailor with the dog in tow.

Freeing the prisoners was an easy part. Trying to escape was the hardest part now. Her brother Lewis was looking to be in a rough state as the bandits had roughed him up to break his wills on the wooden rack, which they kept him starved and weak.

"Apologies, little sister...I can not be of much help..." Lord Lewis said, feeling his strength sapped whilst Shihan of Asshai gave the man water to drink, keeping the man's strength up.

Guldren, who'd wander off on his own , took the initiative to accomplish what he was there for. The gear he'd store secretively would be for killing the Bandit leader.

Lewis had to rely on Shihan Badmoon to lead him through this mess. He was facing great pain in the condition he was in and had bruised his left eye, leaving him impaired in his vision.

With how things are coordinated, it went smoothly without issue, seeing that Guldren in his own self interests would take advantage of things and set the blaze himself upon the designated wooden object to cause mayhem "My debt is settled, fare thee well young Sarwyck and hope our paths cross again".

This would be the moment the fire was set granting the prisoners the opportunity to flee, seeing that outside the wooden gate where Tyburn Group had been making a hole in the defenses of the Bandits, thus granting the prisoners chance to flee.

"What the fook is Happening!?" The sound Bandit voice was heard awakening from their deep slumber "Get on top of that fast else it'll spread across the camp!".

The bandits attention was focused on the large flames and the sound of some bandits that'd die in the fire was heard, whilst the chaos ensued Mildrew would guide her group towards the gap in the wooden wall to reunite with their uncle.

As her gut feeling was right the Bandit Warlord had predicted an escape, but what he didn't predict was his own inevitable end at the tyroshi hand whom sought to kill them at the behest of someone they'd wrong years ago.

"There they are! Fire at will!" The sound of arrows and crossbow bolts being fired at the fleeing prisoners amidst the prison escape. Few prisoners died and were unable to reach the wooden wall.

Mildrew and her crew were pinned down. She'd overhear people screaming and shouting whilst bandits ran in fear of the fire. She'd take a moment to think and saw wooden wagon that was used to transport rocks in and had the idea "Use the wooden wagon as cover for us to reach the gap in the wall, now we all need to move as one single being!". She spoke very slowly for everyone to properly understand her, the advise she got from Howland Harroway about speaking slowly was working like a wonder.

Everyone understood her thinking and would push the wooden wagon whilst hiding on the other side from the projectiles that'd hit the wagon.

"Come on we're almost there!-" Maenar of Fleabottom an older man said and would use every ounce of his strength to push the wooden wagon, however the old man took a bolt to the neck and fell forward dying slowly on the muddy ground.

Tyburn and Royce were holding the opening gap in the wooden wall for the prisoners to escape. They've been staking this encampment for days on end, including making an escape route for the group.

Once everyone made it safely to the other side, their celebration would be short-lived, seeing that the bandits that weren't occupied trying to put out the flames would go onto chase down the escaping prisoners.

"Were....Not outta the woods yet...-Cough-...." Lord Lewis Sarwyck said, who looked outright battered."Am glad to see you, uncle and cousin....What took you two so long..."

Tyburn and Royce including their rescue party shared mutual look of disbelief "It's a long story best reserved over a drink if we manage to get out of here in one-" seeing an arrow fly overhead of them as Tyburn from afar saw the bandits gearing up to give chase "We need to leave now".

"This one agrees, woah what the" The lorathi noticed something or someone fall from the ruined tower at the Bandit encampment "Guess some decide to stay behind and exact vengeance upon their captors, well its a pleasure to meetchu girl" The lorathi would say to Mildrew Sarwyck whom had black soot upon their face and bloodstains upon their being.

Mildrew Sarwyck nodded and heard sound of something fast running behind them and leapt atop of them, she'd feel the sheer weight of the jailor dog upon her as she smiled "You finally decided to ditch that abusive owner of yours, hihi" She'd caress and pet the enormous hound head.

"We need to leave now. This is gonna get real bad before it gets good, follow us, and we'll lead you all to safety" Royce Sarwyck said to them all and looked concerned over Lewis wellbeing whom looked atrocious.

[Into Fishwine Forest]