Alistair waited patiently as time slipped past, observing the scene before him as he took in and got what information he could. There was no sign of the Gendromes, but that was no guarantee that they weren't around. It just meant that either they were busy, somewhere else, or this was a very clever trap that he basically had no hope against, and he wasn't about to give much credence to that final option. There were limits to the intelligence that someone could display, and even he was fairly certain that the monsters he was watching weren't clever enough to pull off such a deceptive ruse. There was reasonable caution, and then there was just excessive paranoia.<br/><br/>With that thought out of the way, he eventually began to discern a way to move along. He could go along the canopy, which was closest to the monsters currently tanning themselves above, though they would be lethargic. He could move along the ground with the cover that it provided but also the greatest potential for being surrounded. Or he could go along the cliff face, which would leave him exposed but out of reach.<br/><br/>He took a moment to think on it before slowly getting underway, doing his best to avoid drawing notice as he headed out and towards the cliff face. He needed that freedom of movement, and with his dual blades he could take advantage of the limited space should he get into a direct fight. For now though he moved to cross, making all effort to limit the time that he was exposed and visible as he headed across the valley. He just needed to get past this and then he could be on his way. How hard could that be?