The plan following this point is, fortunately, a simple one. Infiltrating this place had involved quite a bit of acting and sleight of hand. It reminded him of Fjord, but he was no natural actor like the half-orc. In some grim turn of luck, however, he knew that if he walked a certain way he could convince anyone that he was about to have a one-sided conversation that was not to be disturbed.
But, he doesn't think of what he's doing in the imagination of the guards outside. Instead, Essek sighs in relief as Jester stands -- and freezes as she wraps her arms around him in a hug. After a moment, his arms wrap tightly around her. She will be okay, because of him.
As she pulls away to smile, he's brought back into the moment. " Ah... " Golden gaze sweeps across the room, fully taking in everything in it. He doesn't look too long at the wall of weapons, and instead shifts to stand in front of it with a shake of his head.
" I think this is room enough, " Essek says. From within a pocket he produces a slim piece of chalk and begins drawing the teleportation circle which is oh-so-familiar to him at this point. " Hopefully this will be the last time I must cast this spell for you, " he says, a corner of his mouth lifting in a distracted smile.