Though she wasn't the stealthiest of adventurers, Soanala held the advantage of perception stretched far by her draconic aura. Wrapped in a heavy green cloak and with her skin shifted to match the environment around her, she was difficult to spot despite the soft ringings made by her mithril armor and the thuds of her heavy boots on the soil and grass. She stayed off the beaten paths and used the canopy's shade along with the trees, thick grasses, and bushes to conceal her disguised form.<br/><br/>As she came ever closer to the location highlighted on her map, she began to sense that something was amiss. This cult pretended to be otherwise, and they made a fair amount of traffic between their keep and the nearby towns and villages. She expected to encounter at least one patrol or caravan of supplies of goods and yet she found none over the past two days. Despite her disguises, had they known of her presence? Of what she thought?<br/><br/>Or...was that foolish, self-centered Green scamp working against her yet again? She narrowed her eyes and her lips set into a line at the thought. In recent months, that thief had gotten into her way many times and actually managed to succeed and snatching some of the items she worked so hard to track down. It all seemed like a game to that woman and Soanala wondered if the fool had any idea of the power held by those relics she so often attempted to snatch.<br/><br/>That the cult was closing the palisades when she arrived only added to her suspicion and a lopsided smile touched her lips in a mixture of irritation and feelings she absolutely hated to have. Deep down, some part of her actually relished her rivalry with her draconic rival. On those rare occasions where she was able to pursue an item of power without an appearance from that woman, she actually missed her.<br/><br/>She'd probably never admit it though, and besides, she had bigger problems to deal with...namely finding a way into that keep. Though she could easily scale the walls or perform a great leap to soar over the palisades, the loud shouts and noises of movement and weapons getting ready convinced her that such an act would be bad for her health. In the end, she approached the keep from the side...discarding her cloak once she could conceal herself in the foliage no longer and shapeshifting her skin and hair to match the stone walls as she dashed for an unmanned section to listen and prepare herself.<br/><br/>Her enhanced hearing granted her snippets of the shouting from her spot outside the keep and she was surprised to hear that one of the clergy was found dead inside. No...wait. There was nothing surprising about it. It had to be that blasted thief! And that meant that there was no time to waste!<br/><br/>It was then that the dragoon threw better caution to the wind and scaled the corner of the least-noisy side of the keep with shapeshifted claws... Unbeknowest to her, the side she climbed was the same side her rival was perched upon at that very moment!