"Right," he agrees, and regards Daemon carefully again. To give this man control over their only weapon, and simply hope that he won't be stabbed in the back... Well. There are ways he can guard against that eventuality, at least for now.

"Once we reach the top, I know the path out of these caverns. If we are lucky, there will be enough mist to cover our escape. We will have to stay low, keep to the stalagmites, and avoid the remaining guards on patrol." His companion would be a fool to turn on him before they're truly free. Still, John speaks grudgingly: "You look... strong. You seize the hook and pull. I will wait alongside the wall of the pit, and keep the guard occupied when they hit the ground. Then you deliver the final blow."

He exhales the heavy sigh of a man steeling himself. "The odds are not in our favor. But then, they very rarely are. And I would rather die here, fighting, than waste away in the dark."