Suit yourself. No idea who or what it is but I guess we're about to find out.
[ Billie won't argue, even if that's going to be obnoxious. If something or someone dangerous is up there, she doesn't need a skittish satyr at her back, but she isn't really going to waste time talking her out of it, either. Just adapt, she supposes, and turns to head up the stairs.
She moves as soundlessly as possible, avoiding the steps that creak by some second nature training at silence has drilled into her over and over again. Won't really matter much with Elizabeth following her up but whatever. When nothing ambushes her at the top of the steps, it's onward to the first door, which she reaches out to push open with the tip of her sword.
Slowly, it'll creak open.
When all she finds is another bird, it'll be pretty damn funny, but they've got to find the damn thing first. ]
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[ Billie won't argue, even if that's going to be obnoxious. If something or someone dangerous is up there, she doesn't need a skittish satyr at her back, but she isn't really going to waste time talking her out of it, either. Just adapt, she supposes, and turns to head up the stairs.
She moves as soundlessly as possible, avoiding the steps that creak by some second nature training at silence has drilled into her over and over again. Won't really matter much with Elizabeth following her up but whatever. When nothing ambushes her at the top of the steps, it's onward to the first door, which she reaches out to push open with the tip of her sword.
Slowly, it'll creak open.
When all she finds is another bird, it'll be pretty damn funny, but they've got to find the damn thing first. ]