With as many of them as they had working together to tail the Breton, they were able to follow him in a way that prevented any one person from being in his line of sight too frequently. It required considerable coordination to make sure no one made any missteps, but Fendros seemed to be up to the challenge. While they were following him, they found no signs of anyone else doing the same, so unless there was another group even more adept at staying hidden that them, or they were the only ones to have currently picked up on this lead. 

As the Breton's garments suggested, he did not stay in the lower class district for long. Instead, he headed into a market district, and eventually into a tailor's shop that likely doubled as his home. The two teams Fendros had split the group into converged and observed the shop from the outside, carefully. It was past dark and there were not many people on the streets, but if a group of their size was caught taking close interest in a shop after dark, most people would assume the worst. 

After a minute or so, the candles they could see glowing through the ground floor windows were extinguished, but not long afterwards, another was lit in a window on the floor above. There was nothing obstructing them from peering through inside, except for the fact that it would be difficult to climb up. Not impossible, by any means, but the horizontal wooden beams on which one could stand protruded from the wall only slightly. The group could help to boost one person up, but they would need to be careful not to lose their balance.

Colors crossed his arms as he looked up at the window from across the street. "I'd like to find a way to look inside, see if this guy is really the one we're looking for. But...we probably also don't want to be seen climbing up some shopkeeper's house. That would look pretty obvious from the outside. Need a way to look in without being noticed."

"I could climb it. Maybe not in this dress, but I remember climbing harder things than that back when I lived in Black Marsh." Kaleeth commented. "But, it would be easy to see me."

Pondering a moment, Kaleeth looked to Sabine curiously. "Sabine, I...don't suppose Marcaille ever taught you to do that thing where she turns herself into a crow? Or some kind of bird?"

Malithus seemed confused. "Into a bird? Like those stories of witches in the wilds that can turn themselves in to ravens? That's not just a myth?"