[Suzerain of Sheol]

All of a sudden, Tsaerri just stops, letting both of their weapons dissipate. "This is pointless," she says dejectedly. "You wouldn't have a chance if I wasn't handicapping myself."

She sighs in annoyance and sits down on a nearby workbench, snapping for a convenient illusionary cloth to wipe the dirt off her boots. "I want to get out of the city. Any preference on where to go?"