At this, John looks skeptical. He gives Daemon another look up and down, but finally grumbles agreement. If the man is so confident in his ability to fight, John will not deny his usefulness until it's been put to the test.

"I suppose so." He leans forward over his knees, his voice dropping lower. Conspiratorial.

"Each carries a long metal hook, which they use to lift and lower the buckets. That's how they provide us with water." There is something in his voice there, a hesitation he's skirting quickly around— but he hurries on: "If we can seize the hook, we may be able to overpower their grip and pull a guard down into this pit. We will have to kill them quickly and quietly."