The poor doors are helpless before her staggering magical prowess.

No alarm is raised.

Clare leads them to where they can collect their things, and they pause to re-equip; then they sneak carefully out of the dungeon.

There's a guard stationed at the desk outside, if they're careful, they can get a shot in before he notices.

He inexplicably falls asleep at his station.

They walk on by.

From there, her route leads past the kennels, the stable, the kitchens, and up to the royal suite where Anora is currently staying as a questionably voluntary guest. Is she still actively under guard, or have they left her alone for the night?

Two guards outside the door.

Sleep, sleep?

Zzz. Zzz.

If they fall that armor's going to be loud.

Well, luckily for everyone involved, they are instead lowered ever so gently to the ground.

And then Metella unlocks the door.

And Elissa and Stalas step inside.

The Queen is not in immediate evidence. Perhaps in the next room, asleep?

Plausible. Elissa investigates. (She leaves her weapons at the door, as this seems the polite way to approach one's sleeping Queen.)

Yep, there she is. Nice bed. Looks comfy.

She stands by the doorway.

"Anora? Wake up, please, I'd like to talk to you."

"Hmm?" Squint. "Warden?"

"Yes. I apologize for waking you so rudely in the middle of the night. If you'd like a minute alone to collect your thoughts, you can have it, but I don't think I can afford more."

"Ah, no, if you are escaping I don't wish to keep you. What did you need?"

"Are you being kept here against your will? It wasn't entirely clear."

"I am here because my father can no longer recognize enemy from ally." Pause. "We all want what is best for Ferelden, but I am afraid that he cannot be relied upon to see clearly what that is any longer."

"I agree," says Elissa. "I don't have time for grudges but I need him off the throne if I'm going to prevent Ferelden from going the way of the Anderfels. Can I count on your support at the Landsmeet?"

"If you get me out of here so I can attend. My father intends to keep us all safely away until it is over with. He has moved it up to today."

"I was afraid of that. Getting you out of here won't be a problem at all," she says. "I'll step out so you can get dressed. We can discuss the details when we're safely back at the Redcliffe estate."

"Thank you." She's ready in just a few minutes.

And they resume sneaking out.

In the end, the best route to freedom is back down past the kitchen and through the stables. Clare keeps the horses calm.

Look at the horses! So calm, so placid. Easy to forget that most of them are battle-trained.

There's the exit. The gate is down, no visible guards.