Damn, Ramza could hear soldiers approaching the room they were in. If he could hold the door, they might have a chance...but Rialynn's sire would still be in danger. Better to take the fight outside, where they would have room to move and could hopefully make an escape.

"Quickly, we must away!" No point in whispering any more. Ramza dove for the window. Their best chance was to go quickly, rather than wait to be trapped. He jumped, one hand on his sword hilt, ready to draw.