Serphia allowed an eyebrow to quirk up when the man told her they should avoid killing the family. She personally found it to be a foolish move. They were mere moments from being discovered. She could hear a hand grabbing a hold of the barn door latch, a deep voice questioning why the door was unlocked. Her indigo eyes locked on the door as she unsheathed her dagger from her waist. This was going to turn into a fight whether Mal wanted it to or not. However, just as the door was almost opened, the ground vibrated under them. Her head whirled around as she tried to find the source of the movement. Indigo orbs met blue before the two turned in unison and ran for the ladder. She scaled the side of it, allowing him the main use of it as they moved. She was surprised by how quickly he was able to go. Perhaps he had some previous training or maybe even an actual criminal background. She would have to question him on it. 

She pulled herself up on the ledge and scurried to the opening to peer out. Serphia took the sight in a quick sweep. She had no idea what those things were, though she may have an idea why they were attacking the village. It was most likely a slave raid. Anyone left alive after the initial attack would be taken as slaves and their homes plundered for resources and goods. She had thought she left that mess behind when she left the underdark but it seemed it would follow her, even here in this tiny town of farmers and peasants. Her lips were pulled in a thin line on her face as she watched. Her eyes scanned the attackers, seeing one far off behind the others, his armor far more intricate and he had a large gleaming sword at his waist. He shooted orders to a few of men before he grabbed a devil off a thrashing man and threw the creature at a different target. 

She looked at the wizard and a look of displeasure creased her features when she saw that look on his face. “No,” she said at the same time as he said they needed to help. “No! I did not come to the surface just to die in battle for humans!” She crossed her arms, huffing as he continued. She peered out of the window as he spoke about possibly getting equipment and the chance he might find a spellbook. She groaned as she brought her hand to her nose, pinching the bridge. She had no armor, he had no spells. What was he going to do against devils and raiders? She feared that if she didn’t go with him, he was still going to try to at least get a spellbook somehow. She pondered just splitting from the man right then and there. He was a madman if he thought for even a moment that they stood a chance against a raiding party like that. Their only backup would be the people trying to catch them to put them back in jail. It was foolishness. It was stupidity. It was- something she would have been forbidden to do if she was back home. 

She let out a loud groan as she dragged her hands along her face. “Alright, fine!” She steepled her hands in front of her mouth before addressing him. “But you listen to me right now. If you want to survive this, you do NOT leave my side for even a moment. Is that understood, wizard? If we get separated, I’m leaving you behind. I have no intentions of dying here in this tiny hole in the ground.” She spoke quickly as if she needed to get the words out before she changed her mind. She was a fool to be trying this. It was going to get them killed. It was going to be one hell of a fight. 

She could already feel her heart thumping in her chest as she peered out the window again. She bounced on her hunches in anticipation. She was an assassin about to go face to face with raiders and marauders. She had truly lost her mind. Any exhaustion she felt from keeping watch the night before was swept away with the flow of adrenaline. "How good are you at climbing?” She reached back to pull Arloke forward, the spider rubbing its mandibles together in curiosity. She gave a long whistle then a few shorter ones just after, a complex command for him to follow well. 

He lightly jumped from her shoulder and latched a thick line of silk to the wooden frame of the window. She gave it a mighty tug, planting her foot against the wall and putting all her weight into it as she pulled back. The silk held and the frame looked sturdy enough to make her happy. She gave the spider a gentle slap on the bottom and he jumped. She watched as the spider soared away until he landed in a tree about 32 meters from them, a long thick line of silk connected to him. She waited a moment for Arloke to connect the silk the tree. He circled a few times before he used one of his legs to strum the thread. She grabbed the silk and suddenly dropped her whole body weight onto it while picking her feet up. It held. She peered around on the loft, looking for anything they could use as handholds. She found a few pieces of rope that were just barely long enough to be useful after she tied knots at the bottom of them. 

“Time to go, Malcador.” She slung one piece over the silk and grabbed his wrist before making him grab a hold just above the knot she had made. “Just keep sliding and when you hit the tree, brace yourself with your knees. Bend them so you don’t break something.” She checked to make sure he was secure before giving him a mighty push against his backside, moving to quickly to worry about where her hands came to settle. She had a plan and wanted to get it moving in the right direction. 

It wasn’t long after that she followed.