I may have been kissing the goat, but your mother was working the other end!"
ceirn squats down next to the boot track on the stoop, examining it. He looks left and right, before finally shaking his head regretfully. Apologies. I cannot pick up the trail.
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Lazhar looks about and then tilts his head up. Jak had pointed out something was off so the man opened his sinuses and breathed in deeply. He wondered if anything violent had happened.
Lazar looks at the Borderlander and gives him a look as he continues to sniff the area. Consternation crosses his face as he seems to shift the quarterstaff from a walking stick to the crux of his arm to finally over his shoulder blades in smooth motions.
Lazar sighs and pulls a kerchief out of his coat and wipes his nose. He points to the left then right. On the right he gestures to the corner then up.
"Someone passes by here...someone who did something very bad" Lazar says as he then touches the kerchief back to his nose.
Jak leans forward a bit, appearing to study the shoeprint, but actually following the faint scent he picked up. Heh. So faint, I probably wouldn't have caught it in a few hours... but the print is pretty old too.
Wonder if they are connected?
Ignoring Navarre's pounding on the door, and giving Lazar a surprised look, he moves along the wall of the building, and follows the trail of faint prints and scents down to the next building over and fingers a chip in the wooden wall as he stares up the corner. "Well that's interesting....
"Hey! Come and look at this. Whoever's print that is at the door seems to have climbed up this wall... or down it."
Talia stood back and watched and listened. Being within the city meant no access to the One Power which made her feel kind of naked and was part of the reason she never stayed long within this city. As things seemed to be progressing she was getting a bit concerned that something bad might have happened to Jair and if that were the case the likelihood that the book was here decreased greatly as due to the recent events it would most likely have been the book the someone that had been here was after.
Navarre pounds on the heavy iron bound door, his blows landing hard and heavy, filling the street. Yet, after a brief pause, there is no indication of acknowledgement from inside, let alone someone actually being inside.
Ceirn stares back at Navarre, a sudden stillness to his frame. You dance well, wetlander, but not that well.
He looks up at the roofline, nods, and drops his pack to the ground. He pulls out a narrow grappling hook and length of rope. He ties off the rope and begins to swing the hook.
would be easy enough to do if i was alone, however-
He tugs on the rope to ensure it's secure. Satisfied, he looks at Lazhar and holds out the rope.
Lazar nods. He hands over his quarterstaff, and pulls out a smaller knife from his coat. He places it in his teeth and shifts to place a hilt closer to his shoulder. Best to draw should your enemy be at the top.
Once up top he'll put knife in his hand and reach back to grab his staff. Crouching should he need to spring away or forward.
"The more people that go up the rope, the harder it will be to go unnoticed. It is amazing if no one hasn't already noticed, really."
Then I shall go up and help Lazhar. ceirn says. putting words to action, he slithers up the rope with ease.
Lazar peaks over the edge he just came from and holds out his free hand and speaks."Someone pass me my staff"
After it is passed to him he will begin to take in the scents of the roof.
"So far it seemed to just lead to where the man climbed up. Haven't seen anything leading away, yet. Unless they left by the door. There was something wrong with the latch, but that could have been before they came back here." Jak says as he hands Lazar's staff up to him. Then he goes to inspect the trail again to make sure he didn't miss any clues.
Lazar sighs and begins to look around for a hatch or something to get inside the building.
Strange customs you wetlanders have. ceirn replies softly, barely audible for Lazar to hear. [/b]
" That is not normal. Also not all Wetlanders are the same, I doubt all Aiel are the same." Lazar says looking back over the edge and gestured with his staff to the other roof top.
"There are chairs and a braizer over here. They look disturbed. I'm gonna jump over" Lazar says as he measures the distance with his staff.
Lazar will test it by taking a leap across the roof top.
"I'm not going to be left alone to take the blame for your shenanigans!" Garl ignores the Aes Sedai as he begins climbing the rope to join the others . . ..
Lazar looks at Ceirn and gestures with his hand to past the chair and gestures for him to follow.
Talia has no need to follow the others as she has nothing to contribute she just watches from below and keeps an eye out for potential trouble. She feels rather naked at this point no magic and no warder but there is nothing she can do about either at this point in time. She had hoped that one of the fighters types would have remained with her but not even the healer stayed behind.
The woodsman attempts to catch up to his companions.
Jak walks up nearly silently behind Talia after going back over the trail a second time. He looked up over her shoulder and grunted softly as Garl disappeared onto the roof. "The folk here seem on edge. Like they know something about whatever happened here. Or perhaps things have been bad for a while."
At Jak's comment Talia realizes there is something she might be able to do and looks back over her shoulder to Jak saying, "Well perhaps we can ask around then, care to accompany me?"
Ceirn will stealth along with Lazar slowly to allow for Navarre to join them.
Jak hesitates a long moment as he considered the question... and Talia... He shrugs. The trail's scent had been faint and he suspected that whoever had visited here had not done so very recently, nor was likely to still be inside. He would hate to be wrong about that, however.
"If you wish. Though we should wait a few minutes more in case they flush something out. Or run into trouble. Patience. We should know soon, and while it is late, a couple of minutes more will not likely make much difference."
Lazar eyed the two additions and gave them a stern look. In his crouch, he began to look about for an entrance and any more signs of a struggle.
As he does he gestures for the others to do the same. Hopefully, the three got the hint, Despite not being versed in the more nefarious arts like himself.
Shaking his head, confused about how much stealth could be possible after landing on the rooftop, Garl doesn't crouch or slink, but he does step quietly while he looks for the way down. This wouldn't be set up as a patio without a convenient way to get to it, right?
Lazar pulls out a kerchief and places it on his nose. He stifles a cough and points with his staff into the darkness.
" Its foul down there" he says in a croak. He points with his staff and then looks to the others.
"This way" He says leading with his staff this time having it fully extended like a Spear. It was nasty but he continued to follow the stench.
Ceirn pulls up his viel and takes a moment to let the source rush into him before following along.