<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://stagevu.com/img/thumbnail/swvwoeuxayeebig.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jia Li<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Hopefully nobody<br/><hr/><br/>The art of stealth was as delicate and difficult to master as any other.  Legs remained tucked beneath her small frame, shifting forward ever so slightly.  There would be only light pressure of her weight on the limb, testing the boards before making her move forward.  That her hands were also used to bear some of the weight made the position nearly comical to any onlooker.  Of course this was not a tactic used when people were watching, but rather when wanting to avoid the water.  Low and quiet she pressed forward to hear them better.  Jia Li had learned long ago to remember the sounds if not the words.  Too much time and effort in translation, better to simply remember the sounds and speak them later to herself.<br/><br/>The open window was kept in her line of sight as best as possible.  A quick escape if one was needed and she did not want anyone blocking that route.  Those legs folded so that she could find a comfortable post to hear the goings on below.<br/>