Xarces taps his foot for several moments, being impatient, yet at the same time his toes work in perfect rhythm. "Well....this is getting us no where...." he states softly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Shaklik my sweet, I aim to go ahead, to scout the opposite end and see what else I may yet find. Please look after the others if they decide to linger." he informs her, placing a single kiss to the end of her muzzle. With a casual nod to the others he states "I aim to pursue the adept, wish me well and inform Syns of my decision upon her return." he says calmly assuming that the others were content to idle about. Pulling his wings in tight against his back, Xarces begins to make his way back toward the entrance, rounding the corner to begin slinking down the corridor in the direction the adept had fled. His cyan eyes taking in the images that line the walls, the glory of the dragon's victory laid out all around him, as he makes his way towards the end of the hall, ready to continue down the next corridor and peer into whatever may await him on the other side.<br/><br/><br/>[[Xarces: Is going to sneak into A6, and keep going all the way to A9 seeing what he can see/hear ]]<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/143971">Stealth</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">21</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/143972">Perception</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">22</span>