Tyaethe wasted no time once the servants had brought clothes, slipping away from the party for but a minute... and emerging from under a tablecloth, dress in hand but still wearing the golden scarf. The dress got pushed into the hands of someone she trusted to simply take it back to her room when the knights left the party. That was when the paladin stated her intention to make certain that none of the graves near the mausoleum had been disturbed and split off before anyone could stop her.

The paladin's blade glowed dimly as she wandered through the darkened graveyard; the moonlight sharpened its dulled edge and reforged the damaged tip after her drama at the ball. Possibly a giveaway with a vigilant enough sentry but in this circumstance, her small form let her hide behind the grave markers and escape notice. The check took some time but turned up fortunate results: none of the graves had been freshly disturbed except for the very newest, which suggested merely a recent burial. 

Still wary, she headed towards the mausoleum. A skilled magician could easily hide the traces of their misdeeds but the only way to tell that would be to find the undead themselves and make an estimated guess or to force it out of the necromancer in question. The timing of her search was impeccable: Marianne's arrow had barely been loosed before she came in sight, emerging from between the graves with sword in hand and ready to push through the chaff to get to their objective.

"The graves aren't disturbed, so we don't have an army to fight."