He watched for what seemed like forever, barely moving, becoming something of a background image for the guards, simply waiting. Once the guards started making errors, however, he waited for a clear moment, and slipped down from his perch, making his way to the wall. It would take a few minutes before the next patrol passed by, and he would scramble up to the top during the wait, pausing near one of the flower or pot shaped ornamentations on the top of the wall, hiding behind it, watching.