As you desperately fumble with your tools, you find it harder and harder to concentrate, and suddenly are not so much intricately working with the door handle as smashing your tools into it until they break to bits. Grabbing a bedside table, you throw it through the glass window, after which you produce your sword and begin smashing everything in your room intro progressively smaller and smaller pieces. Your work complete, you exit your room, only for everything to suddenly go dark as the barkeep smashes you over the head with a club.
You awaken later in the town drunk tank, alone in your cell. The effects of the rage flower appear to have subsided. The room looks quite dingy, and the door to your cell old and rusty. You don’t see any guards around. What do you do?