( All the better, then, to have her as his shield and sword, while he chances a look each way down the corridor, heeding the scratching sound of footsteps or other rattling, unexpected apparitions.

At first, nothing, no one. Then, courtesy of Moiraine's... wind-chiming sorcery, movement below. He sees them long after he acknowledges their presence, slivers of shadow ambling and milling — they fortunately have scant visibility on the upper floor, where Moiraine and he keep company, and he slaps himself back against the wall, urging Moiraine to join him.

Stay small, be humble. Breathe carefully and carry on. )

Guards go where there is reason. ( ...in other words, they should attempt to... follow them. ) Can you pass for a merchant?

( ...or should they rely on old-fashioned infiltration? )