Talion had merely chuckled, his lips kissing down her neck when she told him to be quiet, that they shouldn't do this.  Of course they shouldn't.  That was what made it so much fun.  That thrill, he felt it too, though less than she.  Blessed Innora was a fine woman and as they joyously grappled with and enjoyed one another against one of the thick pillars of the inner sanctum, the thief found himself distracted more than anticipated from his goal.<br/><br/>Then came the interruption.  Whatever it was, it wasn't good.  Talion nodded and pulled away from her with a soft grunt, he scanned the room while he readjusted and closed his trousers again.  Not much to...that would have to do!  "Be careful," he whispered to her.<br/><br/>The agile youth darted across the space of the sanctum to where a massive tapestry made with a backing of sail cloth that and then been stitched with threads of fine fabrics and even gold and silver, depicting Maur-Azur lording over the Drowned City.  Talion slipped behind it.  Too risky, his feet might be seen.  So the athletic youth braced himself on the stout pole that the tapestry hung upon and lifted himself up onto and around it, clinging to it about two feet off the ground and flattening himself against the wall as best he could.