[h3][center][color=c0c0c0]Verinric Stieence[/color][/center][/h3][hr]
This was quite possibly the worst day of Verinric's entire life, definitely the worst evening.  All tha time wasted at the Arena, a good meal ruined by drunks and then the guards just tossed him in a cell with them.  
The real problem's not the cell, he likes to think he could handle that, can't be worse than spending a night in a tent andthe guards will not doubt sort this all out by morning so one night is all it would be. No it's the company, the nord woman and bosmer are clearly on something stronger than alcohol, the Cathay-Raht is apparently strong enough to remove a cell door, even the well dressed Breton, one cellmate he may have had hope for, is apparently trying to impress a woman by failing to get the cooperation of a guard.  

Of course he shares none of that, no he stands quietly in a rear corner trying not to get too near anyone. 
He's definitely not poiting out any of the ideas he's already had for getting out, if the Cathay-Raht can dismantle the doors then it's unlikely the lock would stand up to his personal locksplitter, he could probably snatch the keys with Telekinesis if he got a dremora to lure a guard over, or he could even try his luck with a Recall, he still hasn't got that one to work on other people, but the guards don't seem to have taken any precautions. After all, those might get him actually charged with something.