Alizome moves through the dark temple like a wraith, flowing from one shadow to the next with ease. This was closer to what she was trained for- not woods, but honest buildings whose columns, doors, and ruins offered a generous amount of cover for an intrepid elf. And there was a happy paucity of twigs underfoot to crack, to boot, which was always a hazard for an unwary thief. Pausing in the lee of a half-there pillar, she considers her options; going back wasn't seriously considered, but she did debate whether to go to the huts or the temple. Probably nobody was<span style="font-style: italic">in</span>the huts anymore, given the commotion, but then again there probably wasn't anything in the way of loot. If Xarces was in the temple, he was probably already lizard food, and they'd have to be wary for fresh intruders- the huts probably weren't so guarded, and may just have something interesting there to study. Moving from her cover, she heads for the poison dusk huts. Maybe the lizard had taken him there to digest, or maybe the lizard was more susceptible to a silver tongue than Ali!<br/><br/><br/>[[Going to the huts, and letting the stealth/perception rolls ride; I will but in to interrupt Xarces and Shaklik as soon as there's an at-least mildly embarrassing opportunity to do so!]]