Otis: no idea . . oh- the best we could for now is come up with an excuse? and maybe escape later in the night. but we'd have to get past the guards . . . -thinking-
"Um-we?"
Otis: if i were to stay here i would only get punished.
"Oh...I-I'm sorry..."
Otis: what for?
"Well-I feel like I'm-partially responsible for this mess-"
Otis: It's not. Are you responsible for giving us this sickness? No. You have no reason to take accountability for it.
"I-well...thanks..."
Otis: . . we should probably come up with an excuse. and we cant take long because my mother is probably confused why i've been down here for so long.
"Oh...yeah-that's-a good point...you could say that the gods told you not to...?"
