Banaq, growing accustomed to Thorn's brusqueness (to put it delicately), wisely chooses not to debate the finer points of elemental sensibilities. After all, he thought to himself, it would be unfair of him to engage in a contest of wits with one so poorly armed. "Very well, Thorn. As you wish. Just remember that there are several of us here to assist, if you grow weary doing everything yourself.""Elementals are crap scouts."
"Quick, but don't know how to stay out of sight. And they don't understand tactics, or people, so they don't know what to look for."
"I'll check it out, see if anyone's still inside and how many they are," Thorn concluded. "If you hear a bird call that isn't a raven or vulture, come running."
"I think you're getting ahead of yourself," Thorn says. "We don't even know if they're in there. All the other old safehouses were abandoned. I'll be back in a minute or two."
She gave Banaq a wry smile. "Don't worry. You'll have your chance to shine."
Then she ducked low and flickered away into the grey rubble that peppered the streets, towards the tower.
(testing the die roller - woo hoo! That's stealth by the way)
Thorn crouched low behind a fallen rampart near the tower. She didn't hear anything right away, nor did she see the telltale flickering gleam of firelight within...but all that proved was that if there was anyone inside, they weren't complete idiots. She had to get closer.
Picking her steps carefully, she wove through the rubble to the tower wall, then followed it around. Ears pricked and eyes sharp.