Anxiously, you and the halfling hunker down in the shadows, becoming stone-still in hopes of avoiding the more inquisitive / alert guard's gaze. For a few tense, terrifying moments, it seems like he's looking right at you... but then, at long last, he shrugs and turns away.<br/><br/>"Musta just been my imagination. Now, then, where was I..."<br/><br/>The man turns and walks back to his "post," telling his friend in great detail about "his" lewd adventure in the Merry Widow. From where you sit, you make out little bits and pieces- somehow, the man's story involves two women, a vat of yogurt, and a witch's cauldron, but your'e not sure how.<br/><br/>And Sharille isn't thinking about it in too much detail, either. Like a cat stalking her prey, she maneuvers into the shadows beneath one of the guards, and motions for you to take your place beneath the other. And once you comply, the halfling holds her hand up, and her fingers start dropping. 3.... 2...... 1.