[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Yeah, I'm pretty much done here. Have fun cleaning up."

Not sparing him another glance, Tsaerri sets off back down the hallway she originally came through, heading for outer yard of the manor. It won't be fun in her current straits, but she should be able to get over the wall and back out into Beetletun where she can make her escape. With all the commotion going on inside, with any luck this should be a clean exit.

Checking her surroundings, the mesmer furtively traverses the sprawling manor grounds. She can hear raised voices in the barn to her right, but they're no concern of hers. Probably the Queen's abductors hauling her away to a more secure location, not that it's any of her business. Coming upon the wall, she finds a brambly hedge barring her way, with no means of ascent in sight.

Great... this is what I get for trying to blend in at the party. Why did I not wear my boots?

Gritting her teeth, Tsaerri wrenches what remains of the tatters of her skirt and tosses them away. She coils up and bursts into a sprint, jumping as high as her tiny legs will carry her and crashing into the upper edge of the hedge, scrabbling for purchase as the thorns rip through her stockings. Fingers sliding over the edge of a worn-down brick, she finds a brief second to concentrate and blinks herself up onto the lip of the wall, rolling ungracefully onto her side as she assesses the damage.

Well, any pride or dignity I might have had is long since dead at this point, and I'm out sixty gold for the dress, minus nine hundred for failing the mission. I guess I can walk, though.

Wincing as she gets up, the mesmer checks for any sign of patrolling guards before making a more controlled descent down the other side and finally starting on her way home.