Tempest stops shuffling through the box she was pulling supplies out of and presses back against the shelf, using the darker shadows to hide. Through the boxes she can see a figure moving, too short to be Charlie, which means . . . dammit. Guards. Or whatever the equivalent of knights were here.
She hisses a curse under her breath, even as instinct kicks in. When she was younger, she was the distraction of the group, the one who kept an eye out and drew attention away from what was going on. Though she isn't as small as she used to be, she was still fast.
With a deep breath, a plan coming together in her head, and takes off running towards the back of the warehouse, purposely knocking over a box to make a lot of noise.
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Tempest stops shuffling through the box she was pulling supplies out of and presses back against the shelf, using the darker shadows to hide. Through the boxes she can see a figure moving, too short to be Charlie, which means . . . dammit. Guards. Or whatever the equivalent of knights were here.
She hisses a curse under her breath, even as instinct kicks in. When she was younger, she was the distraction of the group, the one who kept an eye out and drew attention away from what was going on. Though she isn't as small as she used to be, she was still fast.
With a deep breath, a plan coming together in her head, and takes off running towards the back of the warehouse, purposely knocking over a box to make a lot of noise.