The halfling's eyes widen appreciatively as you re-take your "night-time" form; though tonight, you seem to be a dryad of evergreen as opposed to of the birch-tree you had been reminiscent of the day before. Apparently, the forms are mutable... though you as of yet have no idea what could have caused the shift.<br/><br/>Though from the look that the halfling is giving you, you have already detailed the first part of the plan. And with your own scan of the area revealing a separate patrol moving off to the other end of the manor, you're quickly coming up on the peak time to act it out.<br/><br/>"Good of you to volunteer, El... er, Dryad." The halfling woman grins and leans forward to plant a kiss on your cheek. "You get their attention- a dryad walking up to them from a city street will probably be a good start on that end- and then try and "incapacitate" them momentarily. I can take care of the rest... ideally bloodlessly... and then we will have a brief window to get through the gate. If you can provide any more of those mists for cover, too, we'll have a somewhat easier time making our way through the manor. IS there anything else you need to do first?"