Cyrdic ripped his sword out of a dead duelist, and then wiped his sword on the dead man's tunic. He gave Ricardo a look, and nodded to the man in thanks. The Tilean gave him a curt salute, and Cyrdic took it for what it was. Despite their disagreements, they were in this together for both Camilla, and survival. For now they needed to find a way to get out of this house. "Hang on, love." Cyrdic said, holding Camilla's leg's tight as she hung from the back of him. Cyrdic and Ricardo made their way out of the room and into the hallway, and they both realized they had been too beglamored to know the way out. Ricardo cursed in Tilean, and Cyrdic knew a decision needed to be made. "Come on." He said, indicating they should move left and heading that way without pause, trying not to buck so to help Camilla get less dizzy and woozy. Soon, after a few minutes of winding and curving hallways, they made it to what appeared to be an exit. Cyrdic and Ricardo burst into the street, the cobblestones and the night sky very welcome. What wasn't welcome however, was that there were a dozen city guardsmen armed and pointing their halberds at them, with two coaches behind them. "Halt, villains!" A scarred, older Guard said. He looked to have seen one too many horrors in his life, with a surly disposition and apparently busied himself with chewing something unknown within his jowls. Cyrdic set Camilla down, keeping an arm around her to make sure she could stand. "Officers, we were led here by-" The Ostlander began, before the Sergeant grunted a disbelieving laugh. "This house belongs to the esteemed lady Elspeth, who is beholden to the lady Valgiana. You picked the wrong mansion to rob." He spat his tobacco onto the cobblestone street, and motioned for his guards to disarm them and take them in. Ricardo held his sword up at the ready, unsure of what to do. Cyrdic didn't like the idea of parting with his sword. "Sirs, please. Where is the proof of our crime?" "We'll get to the bottom of it once you're safely in chains." [@Penny]