Talion would have hushed the old man sooner if he could have.  As amusing as his predictions of doom were, they weren't exactly suited to a stealthy approach.  But he cut himself off as the little island drew near.  Little wasn't even the right word.  It was barely big enough for the crumbling edifice that stood...well, slumped on top of it.  There was no one in sight but there was light coming from the windows of that broken, battered structure.<br/><br/>Blue light.   That was a new one.  Interesting.  Supernatural or just pretending to be?  You could make fire burn different colors with the right things tossed into it.  A smart move if these were bandits hiding out in the shadowland, protecting themselves from the ghosts with salt and using unusually colored flames to scare away the gullible.<br/><br/>Or it was really ghosts.  Which could be tricky.  Sneaking about when there were ghosts or spirits of any kind was always a roll of dice.  If they were dematerialized, there was no seeing them to avoid them properly.  But they could see you, all right.<br/><br/>He smiled a little.  It would be a challenge then.  As the boat drew closer, Talion looked back and nodded, "Stay safe tonight, old timer.  I'll be back."  Then he leaped from the boat to the ruin turned pier, landing in a low, frog-like crouch.  The youth swept his eyes over the two boats and their contents but only for a few moments before moving as quietly but quickly as possible toward the ruin.  The lithe thief pressed himself up against the wall and paused, listening intently before he lifted himself up to take a look through one of the gaping windows at what lay within.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attempting to move without being detected and to get a peek at what's in the building without being noticed<br/>Activating Veiled Step Gift.</div></div>