He forces your hand.

You know damned well that the instant you were to pull the trigger you would be rather loudly screaming, “Hay guards a prisoner is escaping.” So you take the gun but intend to either get him to surrender or knock him out. Sadly when he swings his sword in a downward chop intended to cut your head in half lengthwise you instinctively jab the gun up. The barrel hits the roof of his mouth as he roars a battle cry and with an ever so slightly muffled crack his body falls backwards. Your always happy to help little servant gathers up his keys and hands them to you as instructed. She then walks away and you can barely see her gathering up the rest of your things. You are free before you even hear any commotion from outside and looking at the thickness of the walls you might not be quite as fucked as you thought. You pick through the guards belt and find a sack holding 7 gold and 17 silver, the potion he promised you, and more terrifying, a string of ears. “Fuck.” You say dropping the ears and head for the door.

“Take me with you.” A pained voice calls to you.

“And me.” A second mans voice calls as well and you see a pair of hands gripping the bars of a nearby cell.