Wait, hold up.... someone is there. Someone not wearing feathers, nor carrying a spear nor staff.
A woman, short, with a hard, capable look. She has very dark skin and soft, androgynous features, and wispy black hair like a cloud of cotton fluff that catches every hint of a breeze. She is wearing black clothing cut functional and close, though the white lace trim at her throat and the elaborate assortment of heavy silver (is it silver? experienced jewelers in the party may discover it is something else.) jewelry suggests that this is no scullery maid. There she is, leaning against the pale yellow-green soapstone wall, rolling a crossbow bolt between her thumb and forefingers. A fly in the ointment.
She is looking over Hei's shoulder to see who follows. Her quiet smile suggests the ripple of a lake under moonlight. If the ripple were caused by an enormous carnivorous fish.
"Fallen one, hide or perish. In there."
Her voice is soft; a vague, hushed sound, with a pronounced accent that licks along the L's and aspirates the TH-sounds. She points the flanged head of the bolt at an almost invisible door outlined in the stone of the palace wall.
A dozen guards are running your way.
It looks like the guards from the north are starting to notice the commotion.
Hei's path
A woman, short, with a hard, capable look. She has very dark skin and soft, androgynous features, and wispy black hair like a cloud of cotton fluff that catches every hint of a breeze. She is wearing black clothing cut functional and close, though the white lace trim at her throat and the elaborate assortment of heavy silver (is it silver? experienced jewelers in the party may discover it is something else.) jewelry suggests that this is no scullery maid. There she is, leaning against the pale yellow-green soapstone wall, rolling a crossbow bolt between her thumb and forefingers. A fly in the ointment.
She is looking over Hei's shoulder to see who follows. Her quiet smile suggests the ripple of a lake under moonlight. If the ripple were caused by an enormous carnivorous fish.
"Fallen one, hide or perish. In there."
Her voice is soft; a vague, hushed sound, with a pronounced accent that licks along the L's and aspirates the TH-sounds. She points the flanged head of the bolt at an almost invisible door outlined in the stone of the palace wall.
A dozen guards are running your way.
It looks like the guards from the north are starting to notice the commotion.