The old warehouse was a massive building. Outside pack animals were penned, getting them ready for the next day's shipments. A large doorway was the main entrance into the building and several guards stood post in front of the large doors. Another group of guards patrolled the perimeter, on the lookout for would be thieves and robbers.

You arrive at the location late afternoon. Everything seems normal as people went about their business. Too all intents and purposes, it appeared to be the average goings on of a trading company. However as the sun dipped in the afternoon sky, the typical traffic of merchants waned. From your vantage across the street, you saw the guards lock the warehouse. Some time later, a strange individual approached. He was wearing a cloak pulled up over his head and a crimson horned mask hid his face. He approached the guards who quickly unlocked the doors to let him inside.

He was only the first of such strange men to arrive. Others, also wearing the cloak and mask, quietly approached and were let inside to join the first of their group.

(OOC: Only post here once you have completed your discussion and planning in the opening thread)

Phayde pulled his hood over his head and tied the bandana around his mouth. The act was more out of habit than anything else. There were no leaves to rustle in the city, and the stench of sewage and refuse should overpower the olfactory senses of most of the city's inhabitants.

True to his word, the Wood Elf hunter quietly crept around the perimeter of the warehouse to scout the area. He stuck to the shadows, making sure to keep out of sight and muffle his weapons. As he moved about, he scanned the building for alternative entries. He did his best to focus on the task at hand, although the stench of the city made the it hard to concentrate on anything else...

OOC:

20:01, Today: Phayde Dronwyr rolled 24 using 1d20+5.  Stealth-Scouting around warehouse.
20:03, Today: Phayde Dronwyr rolled 14 using 1d20+5.  Perception-Scouting around warehouse.

Dorgaz waited with the other, shifting uneasily as Phayde performed his reconnaissance.  Patience was not traditioanlly a strong suit of his people, and Dorgaz found himself looking forward to the tension being dispelled, but understood the importance of waiting.

Despite her desire to watch and see what happens, Sequitar fears that peering eyes will put those in the warehouse on alert.

Has she been in town long enough to think the locals all wear masks?