He picks up on his follower quickly, keen elven senses all cast outward, already suspicious of this unfamiliar surrounding... but he gives no outward sign of his knowledge, instead palming a small, sharp knife from a wooden board of hard cured meats as he passes it.
The short elf also takes a sloppy swallow of the wine he'd snatched to cover the motion.
He pads through the impressively tall, heavy doors to the hall... and neatly slides aside when he sees they are unguarded and that the torches in the courtyard beyond are far, the guard thin. He pressed his back against the stone, waiting, watching the doorway, turning the horn handle of the knife in his hand in a restless fidget. Took another sip of wine, eyes narrowed.
/banshee screech of delight
He picks up on his follower quickly, keen elven senses all cast outward, already suspicious of this unfamiliar surrounding... but he gives no outward sign of his knowledge, instead palming a small, sharp knife from a wooden board of hard cured meats as he passes it.
The short elf also takes a sloppy swallow of the wine he'd snatched to cover the motion.
He pads through the impressively tall, heavy doors to the hall... and neatly slides aside when he sees they are unguarded and that the torches in the courtyard beyond are far, the guard thin. He pressed his back against the stone, waiting, watching the doorway, turning the horn handle of the knife in his hand in a restless fidget. Took another sip of wine, eyes narrowed.