Ian was filled with both regret and relief about his current situation, he'd managed to get into the castle, that much as simple, but the regret came when the realization of just what he was doing set in, thankfully that assassination of the queen caused a good deal of strife and he was able to take advantage of the confusion to get as far as he did. He still ran into trouble as he got closer to the inner parts of the castle.

He was getting hung up more and almost got himself caught once, but then a large fog cloud rolled in as he was trying to cross the gardens. After silently thanking whatever god was favoring him at the moment he carried on, having to take a slightly longer way around to avoid getting caught in the fog himself, and quickly snuck through the entrance to the dungeon, and after a short encounter with a half-asleep jailer to obtain his keyring, he found his way to the lower dungeons.

When he finally found Tahra's cell and peeked around the corner he saw a war hero of a battlemage standing just in front of her cell. He pulled back around the corner and sighed, contending with a Royal high battlemage was definitely not something he wanted to do but he couldn't exactly wait around for however long it would take for him to leave. "here we go" he murmured under his breath and went around the corner again. At least the mage was distracted with talking to the princess, so all he really had to do was keep his footfalls as silent as he could as he sprinted down the hall behind him. He lowered his shoulder and turned slightly as he ran, aiming to shoulder-check the man's face into the bars and hope to the highest of hells that would be enough to knock him out.