[ The estate is well is well out in the outskirts of the city, up on a gradually rising hill that rolls up on the horizon line from almost any view from said city, but it also is not a terribly long walk. And Valryn is not quite so high-maintenance as requiring a carriage everywhere.
He's going to need to walk this ire off.
He sees Mishal's message and does not reply, to save himself the time. With his patron's guidance, he silently scales the wall with the touch of nimble hands and feet, spider-like (to no one's surprise). He reaches the other side and climbs most the way down, until about ten feet off the ground, where his fall will make much less sound. He has a hand up, his upright index finger, stained with dry blood, pressed against his lips at Mishal. He then gestures silently, a few hand signals from his home that he has expressed to Mishal in the past, enough that he should recall their meaning: silently -- south east. He intends for the direction toward the family's orchard groves, which, to cross through, leads them in the direction of the city, but offers more cover. Valryn has reason to believe those who tend to it leave by sunset.
The drow does not wait and begins a silent march for, only daring to speak quietly, a chilly tone in his voice, once they have put a comfortable amount of paces between them and the garden wall. ] There will be some dreadful news come tomorrow...
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He's going to need to walk this ire off.
He sees Mishal's message and does not reply, to save himself the time. With his patron's guidance, he silently scales the wall with the touch of nimble hands and feet, spider-like (to no one's surprise). He reaches the other side and climbs most the way down, until about ten feet off the ground, where his fall will make much less sound. He has a hand up, his upright index finger, stained with dry blood, pressed against his lips at Mishal. He then gestures silently, a few hand signals from his home that he has expressed to Mishal in the past, enough that he should recall their meaning: silently -- south east. He intends for the direction toward the family's orchard groves, which, to cross through, leads them in the direction of the city, but offers more cover. Valryn has reason to believe those who tend to it leave by sunset.
The drow does not wait and begins a silent march for, only daring to speak quietly, a chilly tone in his voice, once they have put a comfortable amount of paces between them and the garden wall. ] There will be some dreadful news come tomorrow...