Catherine
*As she takes the route back towards the stairs she came from, the front door of the manor could be heard swinging open. A mass of guardsmen swarmed the lower area of the room, all of them being able to make out Meztu's silhouette on the platform. It was obvious that they were attracted to the scuffle between Meztu and her now-dead target; with an outcry of "There" And "I see her," They began to stampede towards the stairs in pursuit of their Lord's killer. There were a few who were leading the crowd that emitted a faint glow of yellow light, significantly faster than those who trailed them. If Meztu could recognize it, it was clear that they'd been enchanted with the Haste spell; she had to find a way out of the manor, and fast.*
``` Epilogue Started 
40 XP Rewarded to Meztu
Gold will be rewarded on escape ```
Mike
*Her head throbbing, and her limbs tired she was just speed walking but apon the jolt of loud sound and the yelling only one thing occupys her thought process. That is running, her body lights up with fight or flight as she runs. No running is wrong frantic sprinting is more accurate. As she runs she of course uses dash and as she runs she would see a heavy grandfather clock and attempt to pull it down blocking the hallway as she runs toward the door she entered this place in*
Catherine
*The grandfather clock seemed to make no difference in blocking the path of the soldiers. She made her way towards the first flight of stairs with a small platoon of soldiers on her tail; an arrow flies by, but misses her by a great deal. Dashing up, with the sound of footsteps stomping on the wood trailing behind, the second floor was laid out before her. Only a couple of desks and another clock at the end could be used as cover; luckily, however, the entire hall was dim, since there was no source of light inside. The lamps were out. She'd only have to climb one more set of stairs before returning the the floor she entered in, but perhaps there was an alternative escape route?*