Tommi nods to Titus when he is dismissed. He is grateful for the opportunity, but perhaps regretful that he has not really accomplished anything, and that the other human guards are still asleep. "Is there a back way out?" he asks, with more than one motivation governing his question.
Gutter is on his hip, hanging from a loop off his belt. The sword seems almost reticent to cut through the leather thong, almost as if it only enjoys a living target. It is an ugly blade, Tommi knows. And it does ugly things.
His sling is tied around his wrist, and his pocket is filled with pebbles. Tommi regularly grabs a few and holds them to his lips, as he blows good luck onto them. Unless he is given a back way out, he reports to the others, and offers what he can. "I'm better when I move" he suggests. "Down there, I have a much better chance at accomplishing something worthwhile."
[If he does get a separate exit and it takes him outside the castle, he'll wave from there to the battlements, such as they are, to signal where he is and that he's ready.]
Gutter is on his hip, hanging from a loop off his belt. The sword seems almost reticent to cut through the leather thong, almost as if it only enjoys a living target. It is an ugly blade, Tommi knows. And it does ugly things.
His sling is tied around his wrist, and his pocket is filled with pebbles. Tommi regularly grabs a few and holds them to his lips, as he blows good luck onto them. Unless he is given a back way out, he reports to the others, and offers what he can. "I'm better when I move" he suggests. "Down there, I have a much better chance at accomplishing something worthwhile."
[If he does get a separate exit and it takes him outside the castle, he'll wave from there to the battlements, such as they are, to signal where he is and that he's ready.]