He followed her, but it did not seem he stayed with her. For as they both passed through teh doorway, she was the only one to visibly leave... Had he really fallen into obscurity so swiftly? And yet, if the priestess were to try hard enough, she might have caught glimpses of him, though she would likely not realize it was him, and not a passer by's shadow slinking across the wall, moving in and about the corners... Enter the Sewers.<br/><br/>Even here, he was nothing, save a whisper of wind through the cramped tunnels, unfelt, unseen... hardly even heard. He moved ahead of her, the glow of his eyes gone, and yet, he saw clear as day, scouting was a rogue's most civil job. He slunk about, pressed close to the walls, hands and feet only barely peeking from the cloaks, though thoroughly shrouded in darkness and mystisism... Was truly a master of his trade... Bringing the arts of stealth to a point of magical prowess!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>