Sumara's mouth quirked into a sneer of disgust as she looked over the crumbling facade of the ruined castle. She brushed a hand through her silver hair and turned her face upwards to the threatening dark clouds and felt a few small drops of rain splash onto her dark hued skin.<br/><br/>"Anilla makes a good point." The priestess commented as the sorceress squeezed herself through the gates. "Besides, once inside it will scarcely matter if it is daytime or night."<br/><br/>Pulling the flanged mace from her belt in case trouble awaited behind the gates she followed the party's leader, wriggling through the gap and pausing on the other side. She looked around warily with her weapon at the ready as she waited for the rest of the party to follow.