"Come on," Laszlo whispers, lifting Anethrial and hurrying on. The shadow on the floor fades away, and the guards' closing footsteps continue without urgency. They hadn't been spotted yet, but the thief doesn't want to hang about and see which corridors they'll be patrolling next.<br/><br/>He hurries quickly down the hallway, eye wide, again searching for any hint of a trap, he inhales the faint scent of grease and stops, conjuring another flame. It's an identical ceiling trap, is this place symmetrical?<br/><br/>"Another jump," he whispers setting down the flame and jumping as it blows out. He almost summons another when he sees a guard round the corner behind him.<br/><br/>"Damn," he whispers, there is no way to get any further without the guard without him noticing them in the torchlight, any illusion at this range would rouse his suspicion. The hallway is also too narrow to offer any hiding spots from the guard's own approaching torch, and the girls eyes were still an issue.<br/><br/>"Whatever you do," he whispers, retrieving his short sword,"Don't look back."<br/><br/>Laszlo hops over the trap panel once more, and creeps into the shadows on the other side.