Swamped

"I'll cooperate. I didn't come here looking for a fight."

Although you don't plan to show her the map, or let her know about the passage you used. That's not information it's a good idea to share with the enemy.

She lets you down, though not particularly gently.

"How do you know my name?" you ask.

"I can answer your questions later," she growls. "Right now, we have two goals. Get my gear back, and get out of here. So unless you can help me do either of those things faster, you just do what I say. Understood?"

"Yes," you say weakly. You don't have a lot of choices at this point.

"Normally, confiscated gear would be in storage," she says. "But from what I've gathered, you've had your hands full today, so all our gear is being held in a room just down the hall until tomorrow."

That sounds strangely convenient. But then, you know somebody has to be helping out, or you wouldn't have found that note in the first place.

You follow Mudviper down the hall, and she opens a door with the keyring. Inside is a small table with a few items on it - that must be the weapons.

Mudviper takes a pair of gloves and puts them on.

"There. That should keep us from having too much trouble on the way out. I'll try not to knock out too many of your friends, but I make no promises."

You're starting to wonder what you've gotten yourself into. Still, it's far too late to turn back now. Might as well see it through and get some answers.

Surprisingly, you barely encounter any guards on the most straightforward route through the base. It can't be that far past the extended curfew, but it seems most people are already asleep. With Mudviper leading the way, you slip past them without incident and reach the main doors.

Then you see that, as usual, there's two knights watching the gates.

"I can deal with them - nonlethal, don't worry. Do you know how to open the gate?" Mudviper whispers to you.

"Well, um. No. Especially not with one arm."

"That's troublesome, then," she mutters. "How are we to get out, then?"

She seems to be expecting you to come up with something.