On the roof overlooking the courtyard and the main gate where the priestess was screening the guests and paying customers, Rogue Rogash sat as one with the various statues and gables. You had to look close to pick him out. From his perch he could keep an eye on the gate and also guard the other possible way into the temple grounds, namely climbing up the western wall and over the roof to the courtyard below.<br/><br/>His cold blue eyes watched the archway to the outer sanctum that was to the left of the courtyard.  There was a slight smile as he watched the man, another guard, taking advantage of the shadows as he had. Another professional who knew the advantages of surprise. He appreciated that. Though for the love of the goddess he wondered why the man had paused and appeared to be having a conversation with a statue of the goddess. Then as before the guard melted back into the shadows. After this night was over he would have to meet such a professional to see if the statute had talked back.<br/><br/>Then his eyes shifted to the curvy priestess. Was she the one that had hired him earlier? Giving him a sultry smile and suggesting that a greater reward then the generous offer of silver would be his after the celebration? It was that which made him agree. He disliked crowds and tended to avoid them. All around him came sounds of the "celebration" which spoke of many people and was quite distracting from the job at hand. He knew there was a third guard around but his questing eyes didn't see him yet but he could be patient and as immobile as the statues around him.<br/><br/>A slight clink drew his attention. For a moment he strained his ears trying to screen out the crys of delight and other sounds that drifted through the air. A slight scrape and ... giggles? Rogue moved silently across the roof to the west wall. Caught on the edge was a hook and rope. Climbing the rope and trying hard to stifle their giggles were a pair of underage boys planning to crash the celebration. Like a monster, Rogue rose from the roof looming over the edge. With crys of shock and terror, nearly losing their grip, the boys went down and scattered half falling into the darkness of the structures below.<br/><br/>Rogue pulled up the rope and left it coiled on the roof. He returned to his post and became one with the statues again. That was probably going to be the most exciting event of the night ... unless that sultry smile had the meaning he hoped it did.