[ It's hard to place this man, Laurent. He moves like someone tutored in combat, carrying himself with a familiar assurance, but his words are uncouth, bitter as anything; is the vulgarity meant to unsettle him? Is it a provocation?

Either way, Dimitri only answers by fixing him with a hard look, unamused. ]

...The guards travel alone, and if their power is nullified as ours are, then we should be able to overrun them with numbers.

[ The blatant overconfidence would work in their favor, though the problem then is finding an escape route. But given how worn and fractured the buildings are here, he can't imagine it's impossible to slip through the cracks. ]

I'll deal with the next patrol. [ They can't just keep knocking guards out ad nauseum without someone catching on, but it'll buy some time, at least. ] —Your clothes can wait.

[ Not a priority! They can escape in rags for all that Dimitri cares. And with that, he hurries down the hall, wasting no time in clobbering a lazy sentry mid-yawn as they turn the corner. ]