Let the distraction commence

The instant time resumes, the elf's segmented clothing simply loses any cohesion as a garment and collapses into a hundred pieces, like a tree in fall shedding all of its leaves at once, and the sections flutter down into a pile at her feet, revealing her tall, slender frame, naked except for thong-like underwear and her cowl, and sporting an almost unnaturally perfect set of tits. In painstaking detail you can see her facial expression transition from an arrogant sneer into a blank wide-eyed stare of shock, before she does a double-take appraising her sudden nudity. She lets out a high-pitched scream and then swiftly sinks down, trying to gather up all the leaf-shapes in utter humiliation.

This doesn't go unnoticed. The people closest to her saw her clothes disintegrate, while those further away heard her shriek.

"Wow, look at that elf broad over there! Damn what a set of knockers!"

"Forget the half-elf, how about a full-elf!"

Most of the crowd's attention gets turned towards this interloper, and they start to reach out to see if touching an elf brings good luck. Startled and embarrassed, the elven scout grabs as many of the leaves in her hands as she can before making a run for it, leaving behind a fair number of them, and gets chased into the street by men making lewd suggestions. If she's going to resew that outfit, it's gonna be a heck of a lot scantier. Regardless, you delight at your good deed.

The knight makes the best of the opportunity you afforded her and wrestles her way out of the crowd, literally punching a guy to the ground when he was blocking her path, and reaching the door. As she continues to knock her prayers are finally answered when the little hatch set in the door is finally slid open and a domestic servant girl peeks out. She puts her fingers in front of her lips to supress a gasp.

"Lady Evellyn, is that y- Oh, my lady! What happened to your clothes?!"

The knight angrily gnashes her teeth "Let. Me. In."

The servant quickly snaps the hatch shut and you can loudly hear the rummaging of heavy keys, and subsequently the tell-tale click of the mechanism unlocking. The door creaks open and Evellyn pushes her way inside, slinking into the shadow of the gate. So very close to safety her embarrassment becomes all the more acute, and she clutches herself tightly. Her servant attends upon her, firing off a series of astonished questions about her state of undress.

"What happened my lady? What happened to your armor, your clothes! Oh goddess have mercy, who are the perpetrators, was it this mob?"

"Close the door you fool before you're next! ..Or worse, me again." Evellyn orders, muttering that last bit under her breath