While the main center of attention in the room was centered around Serphia and the healing act, Donald peered carefully around from underneath his hood. He was still being held by one of the large Night Elves, but had chosen to remain weak and not attempt any resistance. There was no reason to give his captor any reason to increase the strength on her grip on him unless he knew he could get away.

The assassin managed to observe that the Night Elf's attention seemed to be mainly focused on her Captain, and not on him.
The door was not too far away either, as the sentinel who was holding him had been last into the room, and only taken a few steps away from the door.

[i]"You won't get any better chances than this to escape, Donald. Who knows what they did to Esmeralda? I can't let them take me back!"[/i]

Gently fiddling with his wrist, he managed to conjure a small glass bottle from his sleeve and push it out into his hand. 
Making a final, careful observation of the crowd in the room to make sure that no one were suspecting him; he uncorked the bottle and dropped it.

A loud 'hiss' could be heard as the contents of the bottle contacted with the air. Before the Night Elf holding him had time to look down, the glass suddenly exploded in a cloud of thick, orange smoke that made it hard to breathe and caused her eyes to water on contact. 
Using the distraction generated by the smoke bomb, Donald suddenly burst into action and tore himself out of the Night Elf's grip. He closed his eyes and mouth as he ran through the dissipating cloud, but he had memorized every step they had taken into the room; and finding the door was easy as the assassin leaped through it and dashed like mad down the stairs.

The sooner he could get to the tunnels below, the sooner he could escape the crazy elves!

"[b]Maybe another time, Sharon! Haha![/b]" Donald called out as he ran down the stairs, exhilarated and chock full on adrenaline after his escape attempt seemed to have worked! Now he just had to disappear!