<span style="color: #FF0000">Ross jumped onto a stack of barrels piled up next to a house, clambering over them and onto the roof. He walked on the clay shingles with a less carefully measured step than he might've were he sober, making a fair bit of noise along the way. He quickly made his way to the gap between two buildings and judged the distance. Seemed like an easy enough jump. He tensed his legs in preparation when he heard a familiar voice calling out, and it nearly made him stumble over the edge. <br/><br/>"Godammit," he whispered under his breath, bracing his feet on the gutter of the roof. "Gotta be more composed." He made the jump before finally calling back, "Up here!" in the direction he had heard the scream was. As he waited for Ellie to come looking for him, he settled himself on the edge of the rooftop and overlooked the winding coast and the many port-side establishments that sprawled out before him. The rooftops always had the best view of a port and all the goings-on, and were the perfect place to plan drunken adventures. He paused at the reflection of the moon on the water for a second, feeling his throat constrict slightly with an unexpected nostalgia.<br/><br/>Shaking it off, his eyes fell on a group of figures running through an alley behind one of the taverns. It seemed like one person running ahead of a group of cloaked figures, and the person running away from them was knocking down every barrel and crate she found in her way to try and slow down her pursuers. They were running in his direction. Ross put a finger to his pistol, curious about the chase. <br/><br/>"Hurry up, Eleanor..." he muttered to himself.</span>