He had been expecting SOMETHING for her, knowing the drow knew myriad ways to kill and avoid being killed, but the need for her alive limited his options. Instead, he gently grabbed the exterior vines with the Queen's magic, and boosted his abilities, though he winced as he vaulted the table, loosing the glamour in the process as he wasn't up to holding three things in his mind, but he was faster than the drow, and the vines would grab her as she came out of the keep proper. It was somewhat dark outside, enough for her to vanish with some ease, and he was hoping she wouldn't be willing to use any narrow escape tunnels, on the chance he would have a ranged weapon on him, which he did not, other than a returning dagger. A weapon he was not adept with at range.