*That* didn't look good. She could smell blood in the air - Blood, and death. A chill coursed through her, as she checked her bowstring...Considering whether to nock an arrow.<br/><br/>Not yet. That could come later. Instinctively, the Elven beauty slowed her pace, moving with a panther's grace...Stalking forward, though she knew she was less of the hunter - And more like the prey! A shiver coursed through her, the blonde elven Ranger's low hiss purring from her lips - Her pointed ears twitching, at the multitude of sounds that echoed around the Keep!<br/><br/>This could mean nothing good.<br/><br/>The dungeons - They'd be keeping the prisoners there. But first...She had to find out exactly what manner of creature lurked here!<br/><br/>Carefully - oh-so-carefully - Elyssa crept to the door, with one final glance to make sure that no-one was following her. It felt like there were eyes in the very walls themselves, as she pressed herself up against the wall...Easing the door open, s-l-o-w-l-y - Just a crack! - to peer through, wary of the squeak of the hinges!