He waits for her signal, then gives her a nod as she appears. Good, the coast is hopefully clear... for now. Wrathion clambers himself up after her, quick and agile and seemingly with little effort. He hops onto the balcony, gives it a moment just in case it actually doesn't want to hold his weight, then glances around.

The sound of running water is... unsurprising, but unpleasant also. He steps slowly, carefully into the upper rooms and then out into the upper hallway.

More water.

"Well," he murmurs, "what's the betting that what we're after is underwater, rather than safely upstairs and easy to access?"

They never seem to get an easy win, do they?