Celeste agreed that a little rooftop climb was just the sort of thing they should be doing, taking the opportunity to name Isabela ‘Temperance’ as she did so. Despite her concern about what exactly was going on here, Isabela couldn’t repress a quiet snort. This whole night was going so much better than the day. Hopefully some over-zealous sellsword wasn’t about to ruin it for them.
A tripwire was in evidence. A windowsill a few feet up provided a good grabhold, and from there Isabela could just the various supports and beams jutting from the side of the building to get her the rest of the way up. She needed a boost, though, and Celeste was quick to offer, probably in order to get a view of another full moon beside the one in the sky. Isabela returned her sly grin. “Your generosity does you credit, Sister Celibacy.”
She stepped up onto Celeste’s linked fingers and caught the sill easily. It was only a little like running up a rigging but just enough so to make her nostalgic, and as she neared the top she hoicked her robe back over her hip to draw one of her daggers as she peeked over the edge.
Two men, both dressed in dark colours head to toe. One was describing a lazy circle around the rooftop, while the other was sitting against the wall, obviously bored out of his mind. So in a way, Isabela was sort of about to do him a favour. She hissed back over her shoulder to Celeste. “Incoming!”
When the circling man drew close, she let him pass before lunging up, her fingers snagging in the back of his belt. He let out a squawk of surprise at the sudden weight and staggered back a few paces before tripping backwards over the ledge. He fell with a pained grunt at Celeste’s feet, bones rattled but not dead. The other man was halfway to his feet, pausing as he took in the sight of a Chantry sister waving a dagger at him. His mouth dropped further when she retrieved the other dagger, giving him a rather privileged view in the process, and then lunged at him, pinning him to the floor.
A bit on the noisy side, perhaps, but she wasn’t Zevran. Stealth only got her so far. Surprise was more up her alley, and boy did this young man look surprised. He gasped in shock as she pressed her dagger to his throat. “Not a word, sweetling. I’m just going to invite my friend up here, and we’re going to have a little discussion about what’s drawn you gentleman to this roof, yes? All perfectly civil.”
Celeste was more merciful than Isabela, when she could afford to be. With that in mind, Isabela wasn’t inclined to start shedding blood until it became a necessity. At the tips of her daggers she urged the young man to quietly lower the ladder, assuming Celeste had dealt with the other guard in her own way.
A tripwire was in evidence. A windowsill a few feet up provided a good grabhold, and from there Isabela could just the various supports and beams jutting from the side of the building to get her the rest of the way up. She needed a boost, though, and Celeste was quick to offer, probably in order to get a view of another full moon beside the one in the sky. Isabela returned her sly grin. “Your generosity does you credit, Sister Celibacy.”
She stepped up onto Celeste’s linked fingers and caught the sill easily. It was only a little like running up a rigging but just enough so to make her nostalgic, and as she neared the top she hoicked her robe back over her hip to draw one of her daggers as she peeked over the edge.
Two men, both dressed in dark colours head to toe. One was describing a lazy circle around the rooftop, while the other was sitting against the wall, obviously bored out of his mind. So in a way, Isabela was sort of about to do him a favour. She hissed back over her shoulder to Celeste. “Incoming!”
When the circling man drew close, she let him pass before lunging up, her fingers snagging in the back of his belt. He let out a squawk of surprise at the sudden weight and staggered back a few paces before tripping backwards over the ledge. He fell with a pained grunt at Celeste’s feet, bones rattled but not dead. The other man was halfway to his feet, pausing as he took in the sight of a Chantry sister waving a dagger at him. His mouth dropped further when she retrieved the other dagger, giving him a rather privileged view in the process, and then lunged at him, pinning him to the floor.
A bit on the noisy side, perhaps, but she wasn’t Zevran. Stealth only got her so far. Surprise was more up her alley, and boy did this young man look surprised. He gasped in shock as she pressed her dagger to his throat. “Not a word, sweetling. I’m just going to invite my friend up here, and we’re going to have a little discussion about what’s drawn you gentleman to this roof, yes? All perfectly civil.”
Celeste was more merciful than Isabela, when she could afford to be. With that in mind, Isabela wasn’t inclined to start shedding blood until it became a necessity. At the tips of her daggers she urged the young man to quietly lower the ladder, assuming Celeste had dealt with the other guard in her own way.