<div class="floatright">(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140715/beautiful-eyes-freckles-ginger-Favim.com-1916759.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Eir</strong><br/><br/>The adept concentrated on keeping low and using the available cover. Chaos reigned, and the confusion of sensory inputs almost unbearable. But, those same distractions were bombarding the security forces and that worked to her advantage. Nervous tension made the young woman's fingers itch and she found herself reflexively clenching and unclenching them, just because they needed to do something.<br/><br/>"Anyone else getting a serious case of the heebie-jeebies?" Eir wondered softly.<br/><br/>Without waiting for, (or even expecting) an answer, she turned her attention to the next stage of their journey. Once again, the adept looked for cover, plotting the best route toward the perimeter fences. Then, she focussed on the fence itself, alert for any nasty surprises that might lay in wait.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sneaking</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Eir rolled: 9d6<br/>Comment: Stealth roll<br/>Result: 6, 2, 2, 3, 5, 2, 6, 1, 2</div></div>