Although he was here to fulfill a contract for the Brotherhood, a now unachievable goal at the moment, Jaime's focus was now centered solely on getting out of the lair of the Wild Cards. He had certain reservations about enjoying the forced hospitality of a man he was assigned to assassinate, a reasonable frame of mind.
Jaime had only about an hour to escape. While after the four Cards involved with the distraction left there would only be three of them left to watch him, they would not have their attention divided by preparation. He would have to leave now.
All of the Cards were going about their chores, seemingly not paying attention to him. He knew though that all eyes were upon him. He knew escaping from Sercen would be quite a challenge, but it must be done, he could not stay here. After going over all the possible ways to avoid the notice of the Cards in his head, there was no way around it, Sumika would have to die. She was a beautiful elf, but she was in his way.
Jaime wandered over to the dining area and sat down. He had a simple plan, but it may work because the Cards were occupied. Once the group left, the rest would be able to focus completely on him.
"Everyone!" Isaiah yelled. "Over here." He apparently had something to show them something.
Sumika took a step away from the door and looked hesitantly at Jaime.
"Come on Sumika, you too," Osis said.
As Sumika passed the chair he was seated in, Jaime was amazed that they now left the entrance to the ruin completely unguarded. He unfortunately underestimated the Wild Cards.
In the corner of his eye, Alderich saw Jaime run for the exit and made to go after him. Isaiah grabbed his shoulder in a motion to let him go. Alderich reluctantly obeyed.
When Weaver opened the door, he was struck speechless. He had seen Sumika pass by him back in the main room. Yet here she stood, three of her. One stood in front of the other two, arms crossed. Her duplicates behind her had katanas at the ready.
The lead Sumika pulled a small glass bottle filled with a yellow liquid out of her pocket and threw it straight down. A blinding white flash filled Jaime's vision for an instant. In this instant he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head and left consciousness.