You wait in the passageway and eavesdrop. It would seem that the conversation is ending, and has dulled down to just two voices.
I have arranged for the King's forces to be elsewhere during the time of your attack.
V3ry go0d. 4nd wh4t of the Pr1nc3?
He's an incompetent prick, what did you intend for me to do about him?
K1ll him. He ha5 be3n a nu1sanc3 for f4r to0 l0ng and w3 w4nt h1m g0n3. G0N3, D0 Y0U UND3RST4ND M3?!? G0N3!
O... okay. Now, if we could be excused for a moment, there's something of a more private manner I'd like to discuss away from your crew and my guards.
1f you 1n5ist.
Drat, they're moving to a different room. You can't hear much of the conversation, but... You think those were gunshots there, and now there's a great deal of trampling noise over the trapdoor you're supposed to come out of.
What do you do?
((Okay, a bit of exposition time!
First: The pirates are all goblins with purple or green skin. There will be more exposition on this later, but suffice to say that joining them is not going to be an option for a while.
Second: There is more than one kingdom in this world, and neither Sonya nor Bart are residents of the Kingdom of Toast.
Third: Sonya's spell list is rather small, consisting of a small fireball and a weapon-poisoning spell. It's kind of difficult for a blind girl with one arm to read ancient spell-tomes without having someone else read them out loud to her, which typically leads to disastrous results.
Also, I regret the lack of illustration for this update, but I don't really think we need another blurry greyscale picture of the blind girl. And from now on, the illustrations are going to be a bit more scarce so that I can make them a bit less shitty. But fear not, anyone who may derive sadistic pleasure from my shitty art, for there will still be plenty of shittiness inherent in their very existence.))