Scowling, Alizome holds her position in the shadows, one hand on an arrow and the other on her bow. She'd expected an attack by now, and none coming left her uncertain of what to do; briefly she considered filing down the hallway they'd left, but from the sound of it it one lizardman was still at the barricades, if cleaning, before she could penetrate into the priestess's chambers. She didn't quite want to risk that, and so she held her peace for a bit- but stayed ready.