[Suzerain of Sheol]

Okay, let's see... we'll just transmute these, get the runes attuned... hmm, what do I want to wear? While she's deciding, Tsaerri pours out some of the oil in her palm and works it into her hair, breathing out a sigh of relief as the tangles dissolve.

Hair's going to be a mess regardless, might as well go with something comfortable.

She throws off the peasant shirt and begins to dress. Distracted by literally everything that's happened in the last hour, she doesn't hear someone approaching until it's too late.

"Oh ho, what's this we have here? Pretty little girl all alone on our turf!"

Tsaerri ignores the ruffian and continues dressing herself, tugging on her gloves and frowning at a chip in her nail polish.

"Hey, now! I'm talking to you little one!" Like the oaf he is, he makes a clumsy grab for her.

Tsaerri steps back gracefully, stealthing herself and leaving a clone behind that dissolves into butterflies as his filthy hands scrabble for it.

She walks off back up the hill toward her companions.

And I didn't even kill him. One point for me.