The chief's eyes flash. "Is that so?" She brushes away a strand of hair from her face. "Is there something you'd like to say to me before I send you to the gaol?"
You begin the incantations, chanting under your breath. Your movements become quicker and more fluid.
You use a blade carefully concealed in your clothing to cut through just enough of your bonds. Then you stab the chief and turn her service pistol on the next militiaman in the room. They retreat, struggling to ready their own weapons under fire, and for a brief moment, you have a clear path to the door.
You take it.
You quickly get back on the road and head toward your destination again, at speed, to try to make up for lost time.
You arrive into town just as the sun dips below the distant mountains. It's later than you said you would meet Thibaud. You should hurry to see her. But perhaps you could fit in an errand or two first….