At the initial suggestion that the note was a joke, Tanist very much questioned the judgment and logic of Brahn, but his thoughts did not have long to wander, as the tension in the room broke into a nightmare the likes of which he had never seen. The shriek sounded the signal of the descent into madness, and before he knew how to respond, there were people on the ground, flailing, with their organs outside themselves and yet with no discernible wounds. It was only for his mastery of his art that he was able to maintain his dual illusions, but as matters seemed to somehow further escalate, he knew it wouldn't last. In all of it, he knew only one thing to be certain.
Thiele could not be protected here. Not in the hallowed halls where her case was to be heard, and was he was now convinced, not within the city at all. As one of the victims cried for help, Tanist shot his free hand up over the mouth of Thiele, and stood from the bench. Simultaneously his illusion embraced her own ghost image in such a way as to conceal her face, as he turned his phantom eyes to Eithne, who stood closer, throwing his voice once more.
"I cannot allow her to stay in this city any longer", Tanist said through his sorcery. "Her life is too precious. We'll find you when we can."
Backing up against a wall with Thiele held and mostly wrapped within the confines of his cloak, he watched from across the room as he dispelled his illusion in such a way as to make it seem as though he had disappeared with her to parts unknown. It was not the same thing as teleporting, but he had used the same strategy in the past for good effect, giving the false impression that he had departed. Meanwhile, he looked around for the nearest exit, while keeping himself and his charge from sight. With all the uproar going on around him he did not count on being heard, but moved silent none the less, just in case.
He was done taking chances... and vowed he'd arm himself as soon as he could do so without alerting anyone as to his presence.