As they pick up their equipment, Cyrus' eyes keep coming back to the Amazon.  While their was an exhilration in hand to hand combat, their was also a certain thrill in more... intimate forms of carnal combat.  What would it be like... with her, he has to wonder.<br/><br/>Alas, there are other matters to attend to.  So, they head out, finally reaching the citadel near the end of the day.  They stop, the sight of the elf sucking one minotaur, then the other.  He is about to reach out, grab the theif as she readies her crossbow, but she halts her action.<br/><br/>Cyrus watches as the elf steps into the citadel, the door closing behind her.  "Think we need to be careful, but lets not frighten ourselves to the point where we leave without trying.  Perhaps we should lure them away from the door before we make our move?"