[closed RP] Jailbreak!

The wooden cart slowly trundled down the road. The man driving wore the uniform of Stormwind, as did the man sitting on top of the wooden box of a cart with a crossbow. The familliar blue tabard, flanked by harsh grey steel. A tiny window on the back of the cart was the only opening afforded whichever pitiful creatures were contained within. The entire thing shook as it proceeded, the uneaven ground of Elwynn's roads combined with the hard unforgiving frame of the structure.

The cart had just one occupant at the moment. A blue man, hunched over due to his rather large frame being more than the cart's designer intended for. His tail was pulled to the side uncomfortably to allow him as much space on the bench as possible. His wrists were bound by a pair of dull iron manacles, which then were secured to a large iron ring embedded in the floor of the wagon. A deep scar marks his face, covered in part by the eyepatch the man wears. They'd taken his weapons when they arrested him. He didn't have anything he could pass as a lockpick on him, or anything he might be able to use as a servicable tool to work at the metal imprisoning that bound his wrists. He takes in his surroundings as he strokes his moustache thoughtfully. Appraising his situation, he feels it looks grim. Even if he were able to free his wrists from the floor, there's still the reinforced door of the cart, the two armed guards, and miles of forest. The cart came to an abrupt stop, causing Randaxus to bump his head on the relatively low ceiling. His train of thought shattered, his gaze turns to the door of the wagon.