Maylea bounded ahead, and then slowed, her eyes darting this way, that way, up and down, taking in anything and everything that might be perceived as a sign.  She was, after all, aside from being a thief, one hell of a scout, and she wasn't about to let Bael do all the work, especially since he had been the one to find her and pull her out of that damnable sack.<br/><br/>[[[SPOT: 23<br/>LISTEN: 25<br/>SEARCH: 28<br/><br/>Sooner or later, my luck is going to run out.  One way or another...]]]