It was dark, but that didn't bother her acutely capable eyes, and that scent... fit for a woman such as she, not sure if it was right or not.  Putting the scroll's remnants in her pack quietly, Chess began to move with the same silence through the room, going between boxes, keeping an eye about for any sign of passage, and her nose as well.  People left a trail even in an urban setting, and all it took was a talented person to follow it...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">28 + 9 = 37 for Survival to track, though she does go a bit slow as she's not a ranger...</div></div>