The young man was in his cell, strapped to the wall, slumped, half-naked, with only some torn trousers to keep him clothed, and worse of all, trapped. His binds were reinforced not just iron, oh no, he could break right through those with a few blasts of his Energy magic, no these were [i]steel[/i] cuffs, and even if he did break his binds through some miracle, he would have to deal with the steel bars that were placed unusually close to each other. After fruitless moments of planning ways to escape, he stopped and just thought to observe the other cells. The only cell he could observe was just parallel to his, elderly woman's cell. She didn't seem significant at first sight, but she demonstrated that she [i]was[/i]. Unaging herself to become a smaller, younger girl, slipping of her own binds, and through the bars, taking the keys and opening his cell door, she asked him. 

"Quite a proposition, that one." The young man raised his battered head. "Yes, I'll help you." He sounded sincere in his words, enough that the young girl opened his binds. He massaged his wrists, happy that they weren't injured too much. The young girl was just about to leave. "IF you prove that you are competent enough to lead me." He continued. The girl looked slightly irritated, and left anyway without saying another word. "Good, she is efficient enough to avoid small talk." He let himself out of the cell, not daring once to even try to make a run for it, he knew how dungeons worked, and there most certainly has to be some sort of sentry on the outside of their chamber's door, and his captor is a wizard, no less. He thought of asking the girl to hand him some of the keys, but he saw how different the keys were from each cell, a different key for a different cell, he might only slow her down if he did.