"It's from the old fort--" Tha'ael calls, her eyes glinting in the dim light from the black depths of her hood.  Her black lashes narrow as she strains her sight for details.  "We need defensive positions... they're too close for me to get a look and report back."  Scanning the trees and rooftop, Tha'ael looks for the best roost-- someplace stable, with an escape route.  She shrugs back the folds of her cloak, black armor over her lean form glistening in the rain.  She readies her bow and quiver for field access and disappears into the shadows.