Darian caught the wave and mock kiss with a two-fingered salute, but also saw that there was still going to be trouble. He was about to load up more bolts in his weapon when he saw the massive powder blast; no way anyone would be able to follow them through that. Even he couldn't see where they were going from his vantage point; it didn't help that there wasn't a breeze or something to help clear it away, which meant it would just hover and make a smokescreen like the powder bombs were designed to do. "Crafty little thing, aren't you?" Darian mused with a smirk; he still couldn't help but wonder what would make High Elves specifically target her. Based on what little he knew, the High Elves mostly kept to themselves and rarely interacted.<br/><br/>However, as some of the Elves made their way from the smoke while coughing heavily, not following their leader's unknown action of masking his face to avoid inhaling the powder, Darian realized that now was NOT a time to sit and think; he needed to move. No doubt at least one of them would be trying to find out where those bolt shots came from.<i>"Well, I'll recover them if I can...Doubt I can get anywhere near the bodies though"</i>the merc thought to himself as he started to make his way down from his little perch; it would probably be safer to just let them go. Regardless, he made his way down and down, sliding down poles and ladders alike; not an easy task with this bulky behemoth of a weapon on his back, but he had enough practice to make it seem less cumbersome.<br/><br/>Every few moments, he would stop and make sure that he wasn't being tailed; even more ironic, he heard Arcereus' voice play in his head<i>"Still so sloppy"</i>. "Not this time...I ain't getting caught" he then muttered as he dropped down a particularly high drop; a bad idea considering that his weight shifted ever so slightly, and he fell with a hard thud and banged his shoulder on the roof before falling again unceremoniously to the ground. "Aahh...Son-of-a-bitch" Darian groaned as he leaned over on his elbows and knees, his back facing the door; what he didn't realize was that he'd found by complete accident where the Dark Elf and the Half-Orc were hiding at, his pain serving to drown out their voices as they spoke to each other and that they'd likely heard his clumsy descent.