Garret crept around the roof, his foot falls soft and deliberate. His bow still knocked, the hunter steadied his breath, waiting for visual conformation of the man before he decided to either put the arrow away or to fire it. Slowly approaching the edge where he had lost sight of the man Garret steadied his breath waiting for a glimpse of the man. Catching no sight of him Garret was momentarily confused, peering down into the alley, his grip tightening as only the shaded path met his vision. Now slightly concerned the hunter took a step back, trying to creep away from the edge.