For now, Yula would be safe.  With Malrefesh bound, gagged, and expecting pleasure any moment, she'll hopefully just hold on to the possibility that this is some form of kitsune game.  When Berra returns, of course, things will be different.  Will that be seconds?  Minutes?  How far away is the nearest blindfold?  No time for that.<br/><br/>Out of the basket, Yula is down in an alleyway in the drow city.  The market is perhaps two blocks away and Yula catches sight of the Sunken Tower beyond that, another four blocks.  The lights burning gently in the windows of the tower could offer support from Cheszeth and Divdor, but could as easily be a different set of guards patrolling.  Cheszeth had talked about getting a boat to get out, but whether that actually came to pass is of course anybody's guess.<br/><br/>Drow walk casually down the streets, chatting quietly with each other.  Some few outlanders may be seen, but the majority of the population, now as before, are drow and obviously so.  The majority of the population also doesn't have semen splattered on their face and breast, stinking of sex and dressed in fineries with the top pulled down beneath their tits.<br/><br/><strong>Yula, how do you get out of the city?  You have your goal now just get out safely!</strong>