[indent] [/indent][h3][hr][color=Tan]Ferris Talese[/color][/h3][hr][sup][i][@Pezz570][@HokumPocus][@Jerkchicken][@Fetzen][@13org][/i][/sup][indent] [/indent]
Ferris arched a brow. [color=Tan]“That’s a big weakness that The Being of Many Names didn’t mention,”[/color] he said, turning to Octavio. [color=Tan]“I suppose this means that your familiar might be better suited heading up with me. Your choice—and his,”[/color] he said, nodding at Lynx before turning back to Chres, who had started explaining his powers. Following the plan meant placing a lot of trust in Chres and his powers, but that was how working with others went. In Ferris’ line of work, putting one’s life on the line was common practice, so although he took note of it every time, he’d grown fairly accustomed to it. After all, at the end of the day, his life was in his own hands whether or not someone else was involved.

[color=Tan]“I will,”[/color] he said as Chres got to weaving the stairs. Watching in interest as the magic that would be supporting his weight snaked into existence, Ferris waited until the stairs started to solidify before drawing in a deep breath of pungent fruit. Magic brimmed at the edge of his fingertips, and he gave it an experimental nudge, the satisfying feeling of power ebbing as he did. 

[b]“Go,”[/b] Chres said, and Ferris did, dashing up the stairs as he fully tapped into the sharp tang of vinegar, his legs carrying him up quickly and deftly. With enhanced reflexes at his disposal, a few glances and steps were enough to ascertain the distance between each of the steps. As he ran, his eyes skimmed across the side of the tower, looking for an opening. Crashing a window was too noisy, but none of the windows were open big enough to allow him to jump in. Thankfully, there were ledges under the windows, and after some more scanning, Ferris focused on a specific window, tapping into his magic for strength as he leaped out from where the staircase ended. He landed to one side of the window, his knees knocking against the stone wall as he gripped at the ledge of the window above, his feet balanced on the edge of the open window he’d wanted. 

Reaching into the window, Ferris unlatched the clasp, pulling the window all the way open before slipping inside. He landed on his feet in the stone corridor, taking a moment to look around at his surroundings and see if the Sightless noticed. When the corridor remained free of footsteps, he zeroed in on what sound he could hear. Upwards there was something—a conversation—happening, though it wasn’t loud enough to suggest conflict. Other sounds were difficult to make out, prompting Ferris to turn to his vials, swabbing one to tap into the sweet, floral scent of jasmine. As soon as he willed his magic into life, the indistinct sounds in the tower opened up, footsteps and faint whispering alike suddenly distinct enough to be processed by his newfound mental acuity. While the sounds were no louder than before, they were clearer, and clarity was enough for Ferris.

Silently, he headed up towards the whispering, his feet deft and silent over the stone underfoot. Though he let everything but the floral scent ebb away, he was on high alert, prepared to tap into the two scents on his mask at a moment’s notice.