Raleigh woke tied to the wall of the dungeon as he heard the familiar cries and screams of battle. He was a tall man, broad of shoulder and thick-armed. He spent his youth hewing logs with a splitting axe and developed into a strong man, but despite his strong form he was not stupid, he had a keen mind and a sharp eye. He smelled the blood and piss pour in through his cells window, the fight was just getting started and he knew that if he did not get out he would likely be killed before he could be freed, Nord's were not known for letting their prisoners go and Jarl Haeda had every reason to cut out Raleigh's lungs.
The Rhodok knew he would hate himself for it but he had a last ditch plan to get out of the shackle that bound his left arm to the wall by chain. The mercenary fished around for a stick, bit it between his teeth and gripped his left thumb tightly, with a quick tug and a loud pop his thumb came free of his hand and he was able to slide the manacle off his hand and free himself.
"Now comes the part that hurts." He thought as he snapped his thumb back into place and vented his pain with a muffled groan. He shook off the pain as he went over to the wall and gripped the bench, he pulled hard on it until the nails that held it to the floor came loose and he put it over his shoulder as he moved to the iron crossbar gate and checked the hinges. "Half barrel hinges... I'm as good as free." He thought, a wide smirk across his face. He reminded himself to thank whoever was attacking and repay them in kind as he fitted the legs of the bench to the door and braced himself against the bars, his foot planted firmly on the bench as he pushed with all his strength. The bars creaked and sang from the pressure and soon, the hinges snapped clean off and the door clattered to the floor with a loud bang.
The guard outside picked up his axe and opened the door, only to be met by a flying bench that knocked him clean off his feet. Raleigh's foot came down on the mans skull and split it like a rotten melon. He found his gear in a chest nearby, he threw on his studded leather jerkin, kissed Darling and slung her over his shoulder before cinching his belt with the bolt-quiver around his waist and sliding his boot-knife into it's proper place. Lastly, he picked up Cleaver and bound up the stairs in a two and three step stride and bursting his way into the daylight. The battle was in full swing, the siege-tower was pouring out troops and the defenders were rallying to meet them. He noticed the heavy armor on many of the troops and instantly recognized them as Swadian. It was a pitiful siege, a single tower. It would be a carnal house of slaughter trying to take a castle with one tower. The attackers needed a way in and Raleigh knew just how to get it to them, first and foremost... he would need to get into the gatehouse.