The darkness gathering behind Roark's eyes indicated he wasn't about to wait. Charlie was in danger. Already dressed, and spilling power like lightning in a storm, he rushed off to the rescue. Casey didn't immediately follow because she chose to remove the stupid dress. It took her a few wretched moments to strip. The gown didn't survive.
Wearing something that actually covered her body and armed to the teeth, Casey tripped her way down the stairs - literally, given Sachi weaved through her legs and just about killed her. She discovered a few of Darius's crew waiting, Jorah and Tanzie, plus a few more familiar faces and one very sad one.
"Where'd Roark go?" she asked.
Jorah pointed. "Out da door, and den he blocked it so we couldna follow."
"We'll follow all right," she grumbled.
"Once ya get da little princess, ya might want to clear out," Jorah announced. "Things are 'bout to get ugly in da city. Dere is rumbling in da streets."