Weapons... some pretty good... and staffs and rods... well, if nothing else they could be sold.  Into her bag they'd go and... oh shit, someone's there... time to go, but not without exacting a bit of her own justice as she pulls alchemist's fires out of her bag.  She was all for being wary of mages, but treating them as slaves from the get-go?  No, no way in a frozen Abyss!<br/><br/>One alchemist fire into each wall of A'dams remaining, then another from her pack as she tossed them onto the now (almost) empty chests as she drew her teleport scroll a moment later.  Whispering the words as quietly as she could, and as quickly as she could, she targeted her open portable hole, where Demi was, knowing that higher familiarity and intimacy made for easier times with such spells.  Then with a *pop*, she was gone... her mission a success!