Jericho had his scythe in hand as he moved through the darkness towards the front entrance of the garrison building with Gracelyn and two others. The mission wasn't going to be nearly as stealthy as it had first come across as being and that had him both excited and disappointed. He was excited because he actually got to use his scythe, but he was disappointed because he didn't get to use the knife someone had sent him about a week ago in the mail. It wasn't anything fancy, just a standard issue combat knife that had been sitting on his desk, but he had hoped to get to slit a throat or two with it tonight. When they reached the front door, he drew his scythe from his back. {Front door team, ready to ring the bell.} He turns to Gracelyn and taps her shoulder lightly. "Been awhile since the last time we fought together. Think you can keep up?" He was joking of course, they two had sparred to draws more times then he could count, but the jab was always a good way to start the night.