By the time she reached the top, Meryn was filthy. Sweating from the climb, she was covered head to toe in soot. At least she didn't care for her clothes. She wiped a hand across her face, no doubt only smearing the ashes further. Meryn looked around her for a moment, careful to keep her balance on the uneven roof. [i]Where the hell was she?[/i] Part of her had hoped that this weird… illusion, or dream, or prank, or whatever it was would end once she'd escaped the room, but the outside world was just as alien to her. Her eyes fell on the makeshift ramp, leading from the roof to the land beyond the moat. She had no idea how that'd happened or if it was even stable enough to support them, but at the moment it was their best option. If she could get into the woods just beyond that, she knew for a fact she could outmaneuver almost anyone. And then what? No matter where she went, she was still stuck in some weird land with castles and princesses who had irises linked up to whatever dissociative identity disorder she had. Then again, it wasn't like she had a whole lot of choices here.

She spun back to the chimney when she heard another person, a man who looked just as foreign to her as everything else here, scrambled out of the chimney and onto the roof. He seemed winded from the climb, but then so was she. Inching closer to him, she tilted herself down so his face was in his line of vision, and placed a light hand on his arm. Meryn caught his eyes in her own pale green ones and then moved her gaze to the crumbled wall, pointing with her other hand. She looked back up at him one last time before turning back to the chimney and reaching down to help the others up.