"Excuse me." He said nervously. "I know you don't know me, but you were in my dream."
The elf glared at him. "So?" She snapped. "That's great, but if you haven't noticed, your people are marching on the Library of Sages."
"I know, but the dream was weird." He said, shrugging. "We were, like, fighting."
"Do you even know how to fight?" She asked, still glaring.
"I know how to cast. And." He pulled a lockpick out of thin air. "How to store things in alternate dimensions."
"You ass, why didn't you pull that out an hour ago?"
"I didn't think they'd like they're prisoners having lockpicks." He said, shrugging, and putting an arm through one of the bars of his cage. "So." He said, maneuvering the pick. "You come from the peninsula?"
"And how did you guess that?"
"Elves from the islands are softer. And not warriors."
"Our higher counterparts think war below them." She said. "They refine the arts of magic while we fight and die from them." Her face was in a partial snarl as she said this.
"That's why there's been rumors of war?"
"Of course there've been rumors. We already took the southernmost island, and most of the east-" SHe cut herself off. "This is not something a human needs to know."
"Of course it's not." He said, smiling grimly as the second to last tumbler popped into place.
"You know, not all humans are on the empire's side." He said, cautiously. "There have been battles on this side too."
"What do you mean by that?" SHe asked.
"Well, our rebel groups have a little less than half the army tied up at home."
"Your rebel groups?"
"Well, see, that's why I'm here, and not in some run down jail. I may be one of the main figureheads."
"Then we need to do some talking." She said, just as I managed to open the door.
"After you." I said, gesturing with my arms. "And think about my dream. We humans put more stock in them than elves."
"I'll send a message." She said, as we parted ways. "And you should focus on things of this world, not of things that exist in your imagination."