Damp Tunnels, Alvion Underground, Light Rain above
Gwyneira tried pushing past their guide, causing him to grimace as he had to drop his backpack and press his back against the wall. Clearly very uncomfortable with any possibility of physical contact with her, even if he could have remained an obstacle.
"T'was Inspired." The hooded man commended to Cicero's moment of wit, watching the overactive elf prance off ahead with the elixir running through her system. He seemed less anxious now, ironically.
"But ..." Ah. Something to worry about later... He hugged his bag and carefully slid down the partially frozen stream till his feet touched moist, unfrozen stone.
...smell blood.He glanced backwards,
"You CAN still walk ...right?" He asked if only out of courtesy, since Cicero's healer ran off like a lunatic, not that he would stop for anything less than the knight falling unconcious. That
would be a problem.
Soon...
The flow poured eventually into a small waterfall of stone not far ahead, it was not tall by any means, save to halflings, and cold easily be hopped down from - even as the current ran. Then turning sharply to the right, the tunnel they were in joined a larger main waterway that gushed loudly, plentifully with the rain from the rest of the city. At the end of the waterway not too far from here, they could see dim daylight blooming into the once umbral tunnels.
There...
....an ancient looking aqueduct stretched out from the edge like a thin road far above ground, it's surface unharassed by the flowing water as it's tip had long been broken off via some incident. Alvion's waterways just ended abruptly as it discharged off the cliff into a roaring river below, the thought of falling into it was ...nauseating. On the other side of them a good handful of yards away was another tunnel in another cliffside, it seemed the aqueduct once ferried water over there for some reason but no one has bothered to repair it even after it broke.
The antique structure seemed to hold it's own weight, but it was their only way to cross without tumbling into the raging waters below.
The frantic yelps of fallen guardsmen far behind were music to their ears, that stunt they pulled had caused the horde to trip over one another, something that was far less benign when the victims were thrown to a flooded floor, weighed down by their comrades carrying drawn weaponary.
But it was best not to ponder the guardsmens' causualities, they already had their own problems.
...
...
...
Without further ado, Their guide rubbed his soles on the driest spot he could find on the side, making sure there was no moisture to slip on before he leapt over the gap merely a few feet long. There was plenty of dry space to stand on.
Judging by the fresh rope dangling off a weathered stone and the grappling hook stubbed on farthest side, this was how he sneaked into the city, having climbed up the structure illegally - and likely where they would climb down if they got across.
Their new accquaintance waited to see what they would do with nervous breath, he was unused to working with others and he just wanted to leave as soon as possible - preferably before any guards saw any part of
him, but then he was not going to leave them to their fate just yet either, so without begrudgement, he obliged himself to help them any way they asked as long as it was within reason.
They could
leap the gap together and run across the 'bridge' to reach the other end as quickly as possible. Or
do it carefully one by one, though taking more time than they would.
Cicero seemed in no condition to jump far, with his armour adding to the burden, but the gap seemed passably small enough if
he threw himself over and someone caught him.
Gwyneira could easily make it, feeling light as a feather, ...maybe even lighter than said feather. To her right now, literally anything
felt possible!
ANYTHING!