Alizome nods appreciatively as fighting breaks out. Now that the bulk of the heavy lizard power was forward, she could get on with her own job- sneaking in and out. She'd looked as the blackscales passed, but- racist as this may be- she couldn't tell if either of the two acolytes that passed her was the one who had been so near to getting her in his craw during her first scouting trip into the temple. Well, who knew whether the one left in the hallway was an acolyte or warrior. She could find out, though. Detaching herself from the wall, she moves into the hallway like a wraith, padding noiselessly down the hallway and past the barricade with ease as she scouts out what the party's inevitable next step may be.<br/><br/><br/>[[Let's all go wander off in combat!<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/146003">Stealth</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+17</span><span style="font-weight: bold">36</span><br/><br/>It'll probably be fine.]]