Imrae tried to steady her breathing as she watched the fiend immolate along with her threats. Imrae had been through far more than most ever had or ever should, dealt with things that still haunted her. A sharp pain wracked through her side, her hand going to the wound. She sucked in a breath and slowly let it out. The whole mission had turned into a mess. With the fiend dealt with, she had the option of now going after Zerillion, but all things being as they were it made more sense to retreat. She sheathed her weapons and headed back up the long flight of stairs.<br/><br/>It was likely Zerillion would put as much distance between himself and his assassin as possible and with the sound of approaching guards led her to conclude Zerillion would get a temporary stay of execution. She quickly slipped through the dim room and back out the window, down the wall of the villa and headed back to the location she currently considered home.<br/><br/>Blackspire Keep.