It takes a little bit of work- reaching down alone isn't enough, so you have to make a make-shift rope out of the nobleman's fancy curtains- but soon you manage to drag Sharille up and out onto the main floor of the room, where she listens to your summary of everything that happened as she struggles to regain her breath after her little stint in nothingness.<br/><br/>"Well... I suppose it can't be helped." The halfling woman pushes herself to her feet, tottering a little bit on tired legs. It's been a long night, for the both of you. "I was honestly hoping I could watch the fucker hang... but I suppose that watching his mansion burn to ashes will have to do."<br/><br/>The ex-thief chuckles and shakes her head, sheathing her twin kukris and offering one hand to help you up to your feet.<br/><br/>"Is there anything here that might help you out on your travels, before we let the man's final trap trigger? Would hate for you to come out of this empty handed, Elf..."