You climb into the attic.

You jump up hands grasping the edges of the hole and pull yourself up, luckily thanks to your constant labor work you have enough strength to do so. You just bring your feet up out of sight as someone below lights a torch.

"Where is the queen's dog?" One man said in their native tongue.

Fortunately for you spending 3 months in the city you have learned much of the language, least enough to understand and communicate. While keeping as quiet as possible you crawl on your fingertips and toes across the upper floor. It's dirty, dusty but thankfully you make little noise as possible.

The men below are in a panic and wonder as to how you dissappeared. The commotion below allows you enough noise to move closer to widow at the far end of the house. You look below and see the drop, its possible you can make it without breaking an ankle or leg, but even if you didn't break anything the noise could alert someone. You looked left and right, the left had nothing but the right side had enough holes in the wall you can possibly use to climb down.

Just then you hear noises below and the talking becomes louder.

"Look there, a hole did he climb up in the dark?" One man you heard ask.

"Monel, climb up and look up there see" another says

"Shit... fuck" you think to yourself.

Do you risk the jump to get out faster? Or do you risk being seen by climbing out the edge?