Just when you need to even the odds again, I imagine. [ grin. this is starting to feel like one big throwback to istanbul. at least time there's no lazaveric to breathe down his neck.

he's more than thankful when nate's rope holds under the weight of two fully grown men, and even more thankful when he's got ground under his feet again. he nods to the question, unbuckling his own harness. ] And hope to God that isn't a sign of things to come.

[ he moves toward the wall quickly and quietly, pressing against it and watching the guards patrolling up above, ticking time off in his head and grinning when they disappear out of sight. he unzips the bag on his back, pulling out a grappling hook and harness, backing up to get distance to wind up and swing it. his aim stays true and the hook snags the top of the wall - a couple of tugs on the rope says it's secured in place, and he sweeps into a courteous bow. ]

After you, darling.