[center][h3][color=C0392B]Rudolf Sagramore[/color][/h3][/center]

[@Raineh Daze][@Ithradine][@The Otter][@vietmyke]

[color=c0392b]"I've rope on hand. Shouldn't be any issue with that."[/color] spoke up the platinum blonde from closer to the rear of the group. [color=c0392b]"If we're looking to belay, though, we've got about fifty feet to work with. I think [i]most[/i] of us here have sufficient leg drive to circumnavigate smaller gaps, at the very least in the nine-foot range."[/color] Galahad was no question. He wasn't nearly a dragoon, but Rudolf was already well certain he could clear Esben's tall-ass mop of gold with room to spare without undue effort. He'd played peeping Tom to enough of Izayoi's spars to know that she hadn't fallen so far as to be incapable of it, either. 

He had to assume Arton could manage similar, rounding things out. He'd stripped his harness down pretty significantly to accommodate for the desert heat on Kirin's last outing, a theme that had continued here. Rudolf had, to a lesser extent, mirrored him on that front— and it stood to reason that whatever weight Arton had left on him would be similarly unproblematic. 

Probably, at any rate. The more Rudolf turned him over in his head, the more he realized that the big fella he caught the more outgoing Skaellers eyeing with strange expressions every so often was, in his own right, a bit of an [i]enigma[/i]. They were two of a kind, in that sense— whether willfully or just by virtue of barely exchanging words, he couldn't yet say. Wasn't about to find out on the job, either—

A glance to the taller man saw Rudolf's eyebrows quirk at the nonplussed expression, then follow his gaze... Just in time to spy the last threads of a silvery bun bobbing its way through Tane's front door, under the uncomfortable escort of a pair of goons. He quickly put that together, and it didn't come up good whichever way he tried to slice it back down— no matter of how proven the songstress was at handling herself.

[color=c0392b]"So that's the frontal approach further complicated..."[/color] he groused, before turning his gaze back to the walls and keep proper, a frown on his voice beneath the high collar. It and the hat had remained on the ensemble, despite how outclassed he'd felt the latter was by the good Cap'n's tricorn earlier. [color=c0392b]"And my swords are still in rough shape. For my two gil, I think we have enough people to split again. Prevents cramming once one team's inside, gives an external team less to worry about once perimeter patrols are called away to reinforce against whoever makes contact."[/color]

Nothing groundbreaking about any of that, he knew, but voicing the basics helped get them sorted out and keep things moving on track.

[color=c0392b]"There any realistic option that might allow us to get the drop on her further? I know Miina's gonna want to grill Tane about her brother before we... y'know."[/color]

He drew a line across his adam's apple with a thumb.