Frances
Ashnard moved with practiced finesse, like a predator on the prowl; never making a sound and never leaving the shadows. Thanks to his vampiric affliction, he almost seemed to meld into the shade of walls, his form blurred to the naked eye as he stalked by to infiltrate further into the prison building and guided by the scent trail of his target. If all went to plan, this could be a simple rescue for the canifor prisoners. If not, well, Ashnard hadn't fed in a while.
Jack
Hikari climbs up after him, slowly stepping up onto walkway. This wasn't their first infiltration, so they walked calmly across the walkway behind the wolfman. Brawling wasn't really on his plan, but he didn't bring his blades for fun.

Forward to the next room, he supposes.
Lawrence
*The bunch move across the pathway with ease, avoiding the suspicious eyes of the guards. They open the lockless gate and wander down the stairs. Once to the ground, they see a not so hidden entrance below the stairs to the prison and the enter it, The sent of their target grew stronger. The stairs downwards are a little longer than expected and as they go down the outside noise slowly dies out. Would have even be possible to Hear Ashnards Illusion in this Gloomy place? The didn't even reach here, the only light hear was the glow of the candles and torches*