Sharon was staring up towards the sky from within Serphia's hood, the High Elf's eyes scanning the dark night sky for any sign of Hester and Liaena above them. But beneath the star filled sky, it was almost completely impossible to notice a small little owl flying through the air. 

"Since you are going to play the role of the prized adviser sitting right in my ear, do you have any inputs that you wish me to consider?"

"Did you have any plans for this….sir?”

As the attention of both priest Liam and Captain Serphia turned on the smaller High Elf, Sharon tore his gaze away from the star laced sky to shift between the large, purple face next to him, and the shorter Liam standing next to Serphia.

"Most of their wards will be designed to either detect and or prevent magical intrusions and scrying attempts. Physical wards are much more expensive to maintain, such as barriers and distortions in the physical realm, and thus will probably only be located on the inside or at strategic choke-points." 

[i]" ... probably."[/i]

Sharon explained, seeing as short of Vashi, he was the group's current foremost expert in the matters of the arcane. 

"In order to reach the reef, we will need a form of seaborn craft or vessel, preferably something small and inconspicious. Although it's only a short swim to the actual reef itself, the water is ice cold. I have never combined climbing and hypothermia, but I highly doubt it is an ideal combination." Sharon smiled towards Serphia, before his gaze directed itself towards the many surrounding warehouses and loading yards that were all around them.

"We should however be able to 'requisition' a simple rowboat or two from the harbor if we are quiet about it. I know there are a few lying around here that we could use to cross the water with."

"Is everything alright over here?" Suddenly sounded the voice of a man as two patrolling guardsmen suddenly rounded the nearby corner, one of them raising his lantern towards them while throwing them an inquisitive gaze from between the visors of his helmet.

Not wanting to raise any suspicion, the smaller High Elf choose to say nothing from his position in Serphia's hood. Instead, he looked down towards Liam, giving the boy a hard look; as the last thing he wanted was for Serphia to take over the social aspect!

"Oh, we are fine, officer!" Liam quickly responded.
"We are off to find a haven of debauchery to relax and release our stress with the sins of the night. You would not happen to know the nearest tavern, do you?"

The guardsman threw Liam a long look, before motioning towards the northernmost alley.

"Just through there, there's the Barbed Cod. I suppose you haven't taken your vows yet." The guardsman smiled, before his gaze moved over to the almost half naked Night Elven warriors, and back to Liam.

"Nice catch, kid. You gotta teach me someday." The guardsman commented with a light tone, before turning around and walking away with his colleague.
"Have a good evening, citizens!"

As the guardsmen disappeared, Sharon leaned towards Serphia's cheek.

"And... watch out for the sentries, I was about to say."