The guard looks up from whatever it was he was doing. "You are only in there for another night. What ever you want to hang at the inn can wait until then, I can't just leave my post at the whim of an innmate."
He goes back to what he was doing, then startled, he jumps up. "Where did you get that ink well? How did you get your hands on a quill pen?"
Obviously irked, he opens the door behind him and gripes. "Whose responsibility was it to search the prisoner?"