He nodded, a handful of seconds, long enough to cast mage armor, before coming up to where the guards were, but staying out of sight, intent on using a bit of blasting as they went. He had a magic missile spell up and ready, and while he did regret the necessity of the action, he wouldn't lose sleep on it. The weren't watch, so they were mercs, and fair game.<br/><br/>[Stealth 19 = d20+1]