Snippet #2477458

"I never expect wonders with humans, thus I am both rarely surprised and rarely disappointed." Denezial followed into the alley and wrinkled his nose at the smells of burning foodstuffs, spilled innards, and tar from the numerous missiles lobbed over the walls. He moved quietly, pausing when he heard the clank of armor around the front of a house they passed. Voices yelled back and forth and he could recognize them declaring this quarter of the city cleared. He tapped the other human on the shoulder to bid him pause, setting his finger to his own lips. He cocked his head toward the voices and listened then.

"So it is clear?"
"Aye, we got the locals herded into the warehouses to march 'em out of the city. Wheres the General?"
"He headed for the Palace, guess the boys claim they can't find the Diadem of Rightful Rule or something, he was pissier than a wet cat about it."
"That uh..merchant who threw the gate for us swore on his mum it was up there, there be hell to pay if it is missin." The two White Lions moved on and Denezial moved closer to Jason to whisper.

"If you get us both out of here and survive the journey south, you can be promised a portion of the reward for this. Now, get to climbing, we are too vulnerable on the ground." He looked around and climbed a trash barrel in a jump, turned and jumped lightly for the slate roof, crouching there before he could pull himself to the top of the house with one hand. He glanced back once to assure the other was following.

"Oh and try not to make noise."