The Lady casually took one more sip of ale as the primaries made their escape first. Then she skulked out with a few of the more fleet of foot bar patrons. Best to leave before the guard could find his stones.

She took the scenic route through the city, however, making sure to spread the shocked gossip here and there in the streets of how the bald man died as a blubbering drunk coward at the Trough, bawling like a baby all the while.