There should be some kind of magical bullshit at work here, because the guardsman's vigilance was slipping like a pebble rolling downhill. And the fact that she couldn't remember any sort of credentials given to the fox, yet there he went flashing one like it's the most natural thing in the world. Yvonne kept with the party, the corner of her lips twitching as she had to hold back a cackle. Why, Sparky was practically smoldering there. She's looking forward to the time they're leaving the premise later. "Geito" squirming and weaseling out of the hole he dug himself should be an entertaining sight.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Good luck, mate."[/color][/b] She patted the aforementioned fox's shoulder, flashing a brief grin. Then back to the job. [b][color=#a4161a]"How long do we have?"[/color][/b]