The alarm bells filled her ears and made Shay self-conscious of the time left on her veil--thankfully it held long enough for her to meet up with the maid at the Sewer Access. She took her ring back and slipped it back onto her right ring finger, happy to have her safety net once again. Shay produced the key to answer Falene's question and opened the door. Part of Shay was ticked that Falene didn't follow all of her instructions, but escaping out of getting your fingernails torn off, or whatever it was they did in torture sessions, was motivation enough to fly as quickly as you could. As an 'artist' though, Shay thought they might have gotten away clean otherwise.<br/><br/>It wasn't much, but Shay had out her sap during the twisting walk through the sewers of Seahurst. It wouldn't protect them too much in a fair fight, and much less in an unfair one, but it was the only weapon Shay was comfortable carrying. The moment they had entered, Shay produced a pair of handkerchiefs, one for her and one for the maid, to shield their noses. When they reached the end of the chalk marks, Shay found the last person she thought she'd see.<br/><br/>"Jasmine?" Shay asked, again seeing the blonde's massive breasts straining against her breastplate before the paladin's face. Surprise was clean in the thief's voice--afterall, what sort of paladin facilitates a jailbreak? Shay wouldn't admit to being hurt, but it was easy to see where she had been scuffed on her hard landing. "Mostly my pride is marred, but some things can't be helped." Shay looked briefly at Falene, but any grudge she had for a perfect getaway ruined had evaporated thanks to the walk in the foul tunnels. "Thanks..." Shay reluctantly offered after Jasmine soothed her pains.<br/><br/>Presented with the options of leaving or meeting the people Jasmine spoke of, Shay said, "I'll come along. If only to see a paladin's reason for aiding and abetting a jailbreak. If this was what you had in mind to begin with, you could have just said so yesterday. We cut it a bit close."