The weirdo in flowy robes looks very surprised by this, and fairly annoyed on top of being surprised.

He tries a sleep spell. This will probably make her stop that.

Man, wherever this is sucks. She tries neutralizing the magic, and she doesn't really feel like it did anything but she doesn't feel like the magic did anything either, so.

She tackles him. Probably doesn't have to kill him if she can get him pinned and then tie him up and gag him. As long as he's the only one here. Is he the only one here?

He's the only one here. He looks more surprised, and more annoyed, to be tackled, and he shouts something and makes an odd gesture with his hand and then...vanishes.

Well, that figures. That could be - invisibility or teleportation, maybe, she doesn't know which is harder for mages - she listens -

No obvious sounds. 

She seems to be in a basement. Aside from the alter it has a cluttered workspace and a shelf of old books and a - recently dug open pit - and a trapdoor on the ceiling with no stairs.

Also figures.

"What the void was that?"

"Some kind of - portal, or something, I don't know, it's not the fade, magic would work here if it were the fade, and it doesn't - "

"His worked fine."

"Well then he's doing something else. As far as I can tell we're completely cut off from the fade here. I didn't even know that was possible."

"Great. Well, have to get out of here, I don't imagine we're going to reverse it by ourselves."

She looks around the workspace for, like... rope? Any sort of climbing tools? Anything that might otherwise be useful for getting out of here?

Lots of rope conveniently near the altar!

Well then she can probably get them out of here. Kind of depends how high the ceiling is, but if it's a reasonable distance she can find some stuff to stand on and force it and then figure out how to get everyone else up. North might be tricky but maybe they can knot the rope into a harness or something.

Through the trapdoor there's a storefront, with the door currently locked; it has a heavy wooden desk and some bookcases with shoddily-bound books and some wilted herbs and some engraved icons and some candles. It's very dark. 

"Draconis, are you getting the - you already have the secret pit books you want. Okay." 

She doesn't take any of the other stuff. They don't have Leliana here so she'll just force the lock on the door to the outside again, lock picking is not one of her areas of expertise. 

What's outside?

It's nighttime. There's a street. It's lit, with streetlights every ten paces or so, and mostly empty; there are a couple of bundled people sleeping under the awning of a building, and a couple dogs fighting over scraps in front of a different one. The street is straight and goes on a long way, until all that can be seen of it are the little dots from the streetlights. 

Well. This sure isn't Redcliffe. For one thing it's a whole lot bigger. 

"Stick close, North." Draconis can do what he wants. She heads for - well, the huddled people are sleeping, probably rude to wake them? Can she see anyone, like, walking or otherwise awake, if she wanders around a little bit?

There's:

 - a tavern from which people are wandering home, drunk and talking loudly

- two uniformed and armed guards hanging around the tavern watching to see if any of the drunk loud people do or get into any trouble

- a woman embroidering something under the light of the nearest streetlight, leaning in very close so she can see her stitches

- a cart tucked tightly against the building so it doesn't block too much of the road, with someone sleeping on top of its goods

...human guards aren't her favorite people to talk to, but they are the people who signed up for dealing with criminal nonsense, and it seems not impossible that she has just been the victim of a crime. Also sort of committed some but she feels like that was pretty defensible.

She sheathes her sword and heads for the guards. "Hi! I think we're lost, could you tell us where this is?"

Blank stares. 

One of them says something in a language she doesn't speak.

...great.

"I don't know that language. I only speak the King's Tongue. - Draconis, do you know any others - "

"Some Tevinter. I don't know what they're speaking."

The guards don't seem to know any more languages either. They can try slower and more condescending?

Sigh. She bows and waves goodbye. 

She tries the old woman embroidering, any languages in common?

 She shakes her head and points them at a shop. It's closed.

Sigh. She bows and waves goodbye.

"I - guess we can head back to Mr. Kidnapper's shop until morning? I'm kind of stuck here."