Jack's capture.

Arjay wouldn't un-gag Jack, as jack is a wizard and Arjay isn't an idiot, but he'd give him enough time to get his bearings before he started to escort him across, the 'escort' bit really consisting of 'making sure he doesn't pass out again'.

*The Darklord's hand would raise his left indicating everyone to hold their positions while he awaits for the weavemaster's "delivery".*

Arjay would bring Jack halfway between the two groups, then stop, waiting for the exchange to come.

*The Darklord's Hand signals for the Skymage Master to liberate Ahri, which he does without ceremony, the DH would then send a swordhand to help the weavemaster.*

You now have two minutes to get out of my yard. One, *he begins counting*

Ahri is released into the care of the three who came to retrieve her. She looks over her shoulder at Jack and up at the Skymagi who released her. The latter's day would come soon.

Jack attempts his best to walk on his own into the keep; his pride somewhat battered.

Not what he had hoped for.

Arjay wouldn't make any move to try to stop Jack, but would walk back with Ahri. "Let's get the nine hells out of here," he'd say to the others once he got back to the cart. "Tymora's going to get tired of looking our way eventually, I want it to be when we're a good way from here."

Ahri would lay back in the cart, happy to be out of Krag. She would accept the bread and rations eagerly.

"Thank you Celovar, thank all of you..." She would lay back and try to get some sleep, the last few nights have been particularly restless.

*Jarrin simply walks away with the group. He never takes his eyes off the Zhents and never unfolds his cloak to show his hands.*

Time to go like we got a purpose, people.