[h3]Sir Yanin Glade[/h3]

	It didn't take too long for Lady Bor and Quintin to gather their equipment and bearings after he had made his way over to the manor, thankfully. They had been delayed long enough. 

	Unlike the nightwalkers, fallen angel and deigan, the humans traveled in near-silence, with Quintin showing the way. The dark one appeared similar. Wary, watchful. Better suited for stalking - her and Quintin both - than himself or Jordan in their current attire, all things considered. Being careful only went so far for keeping two meters of steel subtle. Quieter than could be expected, but even so, it was better to dedicate any attention to noticing any adversity before it noticed you.
	Full attention. Sight, sound, even vibrations in the ground and smells carried by the wind... For this reason alone, smoking, too, had always bothered him. If you caught a whiff of cigarette smoke in the forest ... well, you knew it wasn't the bloody sparrows lighting up. And humans didn't exactly have the best noses around. Melenians, palanters, hounds... 
	He didn't actually know how well the dark ones' noses compared to humans', now that he was paying attention. 

	The point of no return grew near. There was only so much planning you could do with so many unknowns, as he had noted back in the guardhouse - and every passing turn, more pieces kept added. He and several others had urged for silence; quiet preparations ensued. Caleb had to go wait ahead, but it [i]also[/i] could not go ahead before both angels were summoned ... and the second angel necessitated that the groups split into the sensitive and insensitive... So that was it. All that was left to do was to hope the plan worked and all these people who had never met before this day managed to coordinate. 
	It was funny, actually. Chess was touted as the tactician's game, yet it was simpler than even a very basic mission involving less than a dozen people. Yanin had never bothered with chess enough to be actually outstanding with it, but for the most part, you could just memorize which piece did what and you were already set for doing [i]well.[/i] In real life, there were no grids, no reasonable amount of time to think between every move, success ran in fractions not binaries, and in the end, people did whatever the fuck they felt like doing, anyway. 
	You could only hope they respected you enough to listen, be it for fear, admiration or ... trust in your judgement was probably closest descriptor. Not just because they liked you, or anticipated repercussions for not taking orders, but because they believed it was indeed the [i]correct[/i] thing to do. 

	Caleb will be moving ahead and informing Nabi and Deo'Irah what it sensed. Either Weriz or Kinder would be able to reach the thalk from their respective sides to inform the fallen angel they were moving, so it would make most sense for those to be divided ... but also for Kinder to be wherever Bren would be. It might need to move quickly. [i]Fifty meters was more than the diameter of what the swaigh could cover in its aura...[/i]
	Almost thoughtfully, the human knight prepared his bow, moving the string to firing position and testing the tension.  Jordan, himself, Lady Bor, Nabi, Quintin; fair bit of ranged cover. 
	[color=f7976a]"That's twenty, thirty meters for the aura? Close enough to provide ranged cover or give a sign. I assume all angels can communicate to one another, and Caleb could inform Nabi on what can be magically sensed. Madara, stay with Lady Bor; the rest of my group should accompany us to the second building once Deo'Irah's group has breached their building - unless the second one is empty."[/color] Best to keep at least one healer with each division - not counting Caleb. Besides, the surgeon wasn't [i]entirely[/i] defenseless. That left himself, Quintin, Jordan, Nabi and the younger nightwalker, Jaelnec, entering the second structure.