Now dressed, it was easy enough to return to the hallway, and she noted that it led to a balcony, which ended up overlooking the gardens, and she could see now, the opposite walls on the far side of the complex. It was indeed grappling hooks and rope that she had heard, as she could see a few humanoid shapes clambering over the walls. Dervishes from the looks of them, they were covered in robes, and had their faces shielded. Swinging on their belts were scimitars, and they wore sandals. She also spied coming up last, a scholarly type. Perhaps a friar, but he had the build of someone that had trained in the arts of combat, and even though he wore robes and sandals, she could see across his back a great sword as he made his way over the wall. Under one arm was a thick tome.<br/><br/>Once he'd landed in the grass of the gardens, the man started to direct the others. For now, they were examining the garden. She knew one of the paths that led out of it, would take them to the room with the altar she had vacated. The other would lead them to her.