In The City

In the still of night, several men pulled themselves up the ropes with their sheer strength alone.

The walls were all slippery, and they dared not rest their legs on them.

Very quickly, Killian reached the top and poked his head by just a little bit before sleeping his eyes left, right, and down severally.

The ancient stone corridor-top was empty and wet.

The rain was still falling hard.

So probably, with the confidence these people had about the walls and the history of the walls being unavailable, no one would waste time standing guard around these parts during the heavy Rainstorm.

The center of attention might be focused on the very front walls, about 2 and a half-hour run on horseback far away from where they were currently at.

Good.

~Plop.

Killian and several others stealthily stepped onto the open floor and stooped low.