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"Well, that's not really up to me," said Raul, "but I'm sure it wouldn't be our first choice. I only see that happening if we can't find any other way out of the country." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Or... if something else happens, I guess."

"Hmm? Something else? Like what?"

"Ah..." He didn't want to lie to the guy. Maybe that was a bad quality for a spy to have. But eh. "How much do you know about the ongoing humanitarian crisis in this country?"

Donald's back straightened for a moment as he gazed across the campfire at him. Then he settled forward again. "Not much, but I can guess."

"Mm. Well, um. Dude. If we see something really horrific unfolding right before our eyes, it'll be difficult not to get involved, at least a little. That's just the kinda people we are."

"I see..."

Raul had to wonder if he really did. Perhaps he should just admit that they were Rainlords already. Donald would probably understand right away, if he did. And he would almost definitely find out eventually.

Agh. Raul was torn.

But there were more important concerns, right now.

"Well, in any event, if we're to get all your friends out of Logden, then I have a few of different strategies for you."

Oh? Raul was listening.

"Option one: we turn the guards against each other. That would create the conditions for a mass jailbreak. It wouldn't exactly be quiet, but it would give us tentative support from the other prisoners."

"How in the world would we be able to make the guards turn on each other?" said Raul.

"By stirring the pot among their factions."

"Factions?"

"Mmhmm. The guards aren't all VMP, and even the ones that are have subgroups of their own. Factions within factions, you could say. There's the Prison Guard's Union, the United Worker's Union, the Vantalay Law Enforcement Union, the Anti-Corruption League, the Red Dogs, the Hoppers, the Winders--"

"How do you know all this?"