For her part, Korrin's grateful that she wasn't expected in the ballroom and so her attire isn't nearly as restrictive. She takes the key in hand and nods, thinking along the same lines that it's likely to lead them somewhere useful. And it's slightly less attention-drawing than Stonefisting every door open that they find.

At that offer, Korrin smiles. "I'll take whatever you can snag." Thank Shokrakar for a little basic training in the major weapon groups; she might be rusty, but muscle memory won't completely fail her. Gesturing to the civilians to come closer, she eyes them sternly. "If you want to live, then do as I say, when I say it. Now, follow me and stay together."

With that, she heads slowly and carefully in the direction of where it's presumed the servant must have come from. There is a gate much further ahead, but considering how much open ground they would have to pass through, making them perfect targets, Korrin desperately hopes that isn't it. Gesturing for everyone to halt until she's sure there aren't enemies nearby, the Vashoth woman then approaches a nearby side door. For the Winter Palace, it's not blindlingly ornate, so perhaps it might be the key's match.