Salana cringes as she hears the jangling of Marrok's armor. Although hardly the stealthy herself, she would bet the sentries would have little trouble picking him out. She quietly whispers a prayer to Lunia to guide her feet as she creeps out to follow her two companions.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Stealth Roll 1d20(5)+5=10; 4th Failure</span><br/><br/>However, she immediately cringes as she steps right in the middle of a stick. As the wood emits a loud crack Salana knows that even if the sentries hadn't noticed Marrok sneaking around there was no way they would be able to ignore that sound. Her grip tightens on her weapons as she realizes that the fight is probably about to start.