"Well, didn't matter except that your royal self did insist on attempting to bathe at every bit of clear water...you ended up grey." she sniffed delicately. "Better by far to stick with full mud."

Then she laughed and tied her own denier sack to a belt loop and nodded to the door "Guards still out cold of course, and there's no mind in..." her eyes unfocused slightly "About a hundred yards."

Yep, time to go!