Moving erratically seems to keep the followers confused, and they need to constantly change the focus of which chains they control, allowing a little more time as she runs down the stairs in search of a better escape. The prisoners remain hot on her heels, though, but she does spot one of the small exits, with a catwalk. Leaping down, she swings across one of the dangling chains, almost losing her grip too soon but managing to safely land, if a little unsteadily.<br/><br/>Four chains - three barbed - fly at Alaedra's head, all slamming into the wall behind her, missing by various degrees of closeness. The sharp smell of rust  and oil clings to them, and the echo from the impact of chain on iron is uncomfortably loud, but the drow now has a chance to get away.