The naga has an understandably disappointed look on her face, but with a resigned sigh she lays down on the ground, opening her mouth so that Ambrosia doesn't have to fight gravity as well as the unconscious peristaltic action of her throat and stomach to get out. While seeing that open mouth may give certain members of the party thoughts of doing something... counterproductive to the goal of getting  people<span style="font-style: italic">out</span>of the undercover agent, Xarithe sticks to his plan and helps as best he can, kneading just behind the fairy-sized bulge to help her up.<br/><br/>[[CMB roll to get out is a 27, which passes even before my kludged together bonuses for an unresisting pred and aid another actions!]]<br/><br/>It feels as though Ambrosia hardly needs the help. Getting herself turned around in the clinging, hot tunnel of the naga's stomach feels bizarre from the outside, but as soon as it's done the fairy begins climbing without even needing to use her claws for handholds (for which the naga is quietly thankful!). Instead, one steady handhold at a time, Ambrosia pulls herself out the way she came in, and in a surprisingly short amount of time she's dripping... well, acid and bits of yellowish slime whose origins are best not to think too deeply about. Gods knows she's going to need a shower. Or even just someone with prestidigitation to mop the worst of it off of her.<br/><br/><br/>[[So... any other votes for the big building or the other barracks that the naga thinks is just full of low-level cultists?]]