OOC: No real comment to make.... yet ; also RP time over, just feel free to go on as I please in emergency cases I will hardcore retcon you

OOC: RP time over? im confused..... again.....

OOC: Just means Urian won't be about till tomorrow. Got some free reign to do stuff, if it goes too far we can expect Retconapocalypse tomorrow~

OOC: ohhh ok, thanks

The area seemed clear so Ithera made her way up a nearby stairway on the side of a building. She climbed up towards the top and examined the area. "What do you think?" She asked the gretchin.

OOC: So is it too late to join as a guardsman?

OOC: We -just- started the mission so either there will be a bit of a wait or Urian could poof ya in right quick, not sure. I suggest Pming him with a character sheet and what not ^.^

OOC: WOO! Thank you helpful xenos scum.

OOC: You are welcome cardboard armor wearing flashlight wielder! Hue

Jones followed as close behind Ithera as he could, though he had a much harder time styaing silent and running as fast, making him more than a bit slower.
As she got to the stairwell, jones first checked if the nid had gorne with them, and then looked up to Ithera, and with a half loud whisper "what do you see up there?"