Adrion was half way out of the window and up the roof by the time he'd heard his destination.

Alcohol is a poison, sadly for Adrion. His body has already built a stiff immunity against it, granting him the displeasure of having to swallow a bottle of piss-flavored whisky in order to to become intoxicated. What's worse is that it wears off even sooner, leaving only a dull headache behind. Thus His senses were fully operational, the rucks awaking him well before the messenger's third anxious step up the rotten stairs. 

His clothing were tight to his body, making little sound as he climbed up from the second floor, passing the third floor and lightly treading on the roof on all limbs. His dim gray uniform blended, not perfectly well of course, but well enough in the lack of light. 

A hazard of buildings surrounded the The Ham Sandwich, rendering his reconnaissance largely ineffective. The dark did not trouble Adrion's trained eye, and the still of the night was optimal for Adrion's ear. [color=fff200][i]I see nothing, I hear nothing, yet I feel as if the world is going to fall over.[/i][/color] With a grimace Adrion slid an arrow out of his quiver, letting his sharp teeth hold it for him. With light and fluent motion, Adrion began sailing through the tightly joined buildings, head low and ears up.

Adrion however did not head directly toward's the port, and instead took guard on a slanted roof a few buildings away from where his party resided. 

[color=fff200][i]Gotta Make sure the kittens stay safe.[/i] [/color] Adrion knew if there was going to be an attack then it would have happened well before the news of the general reached them, but it never hurt to be safe. A good bundle of thirty fine arrows made by his Master's hands would ensure no harm would come to his first party. A peculiar and soon-to-be-dead-party, yet a party all the same. Adrion found a decent footing, dropping the arrow into his fingers as he pulled back the strings.

It was strange. If the general was compromised, then shouldn't they too?