As the group stands there, trapped in indecision, the fleeing cloaked man only gets further away, and Conuld can feel the magical link slipping as the distance between him and the chasers grows greater. Some semblance of order is emerging from the chaos below, a ring has been cleared around the fallen dervishes by the guards, and a few healers have been allowed access to the center to attend to the poisoned ones. The crowd is loud and confused, not everybody can see what's going on, but people look more angry than frightened.
The man screaming "Sorcery!" is getting very little attention, and it seems that nobody else has noticed the cloaked man fleeing.
Shadya, on the other hand, looks horrified. She stands, motionless and speechless, staring at the center of the Pavilion. You'll get no proposed courses of action from her, but you bet that she'll follow along whatever plan you decide on.