Bastion followed at a distance, vanishing into the shadows as he trailed the unlikely group. He swathed himself in black cloth and traveled overhead, walking, crouching, skulking, and jumping on the sides of the walls in a most unnatural -- and virtually undetectable -- fashion. Only once does he descend to street level, to snatch a parchment from a wall before retreating back to the darkness that dominated the chasms of the streets of Nexus. In the Embassy proper he seemed to materialize out of the shadows in the conference room, having been unseen by a majority of the guards en route.<br/><br/>Bastion simply unfurls the parchment clutched in his hand. "My resume," he says with wry humor.<br/><br/>It's a wanted poster. Bastion's face. No name. He's listed as a burglar, pickpocket, cutpurse, bandit, Anathema, murderer, assassin, horse thief ("That part's a lie," he says), con artist, and general ne'er do well. There's a price on his head by the Guild itself, with other interested parties in every major power in the Scavenger Lands except Lookshy, and including Thorns. "I'm also rather good with a bow," he adds.<br/><br/>Sitting on the poster is Linwei's coin purse. It hasn't been opened.<br/><br/>((5 successes on a Dexterity+Stealth roll, using Shadow Cloak Technique and Crouching Gargoyle Stance<br/>10 successees on Dexterity+Larceny, backed with First Larceny, to pull off the lift.))