Mergoux takes the momentary distraction to escape. She rolled to the side, maintaining a grip on her sword, despite her bound hands. She awkwardly uses it to slash away the ropes binding her ankles, the holding the hilt in her teeth, she runs the ropes on her wrists against the razor sharp edge until it too breaks. She then abandon's her crossbow and get's going while the going's good. She sprints to the edge of the roof and does a Bourne-esque jump across the alley below her, crashing through a window on the opposite building. From there, she shakes the glass from her hair and makes her way down to street level, knocking out any guards or people as needed on her way down the building.

Once on the street she ducks low, and tries to blend into the crowd rushing away from the marketplace.
"What the hell was that guy?" she mutter to herself as she walks quickly. After a while she comes to her abode, a tiny apartment in a the city's poorest neighborhood. She enters the building to find a man rummaging through her belongings, searching for coins.
After leaving him in the street with no teeth and a broken nose she makes herself a meager meal, double checks the locks on her door and two windows and goes into a fitful sleep, plagued with nightmares brought on by thoughts of slavery.