Emmaline didn't look back as she fled up the stairs. The magic in the air had a stink to it that compounded her fear. She had never been in the presence of Chaos magic before but she had heard descriptions of it, both lurid denunciations from priests and more academic descriptions from Bright Wizards at their occasional public lectures back at the College. It was nothing she wanted to be anywhere near. She reached to top of the stairs and crashed through a much less formidable door and into a hallway of dark paneled wood with elaborate tapestries hanging to either side. A servant burst though a doorway holding a baton which he swung at Emmaline, she ducked under the blow and ran for the door he had entered from. Sounds of alarm were spreading through the house and she knew there were only moments before the whole place was in an uproar. Darting through the door she slammed it in the servants face and shot the bolt a moment before a heavy shoulder crashed against the door. A woman in a night gown stood by a large bed, Emmaline recognized her as the merchant's wife from the restaurant, the woman raised her fist and purplish light gathered in her fist. Emmaline squeaked in terror and tore of her cloak throwing it over the woman's head before kicking her over onto the bed. Her husband was climbing wild eyed from beneath the covers grasping for something to use as a weapon. Emmaline leaped up onto the bed and shouted a word. The leaded glass of the window exploded outwards and she dived through after the fragments, hitting the ground outside and then colliding with the stone wall. She sat dazed for a moment and the shoved herself up onto her feet running for the street and hoping Neil had the sense to have bolted already.