An emaciated yet lithe shadow moved silently and cautiously in what was left of the third floor of cult headquarters. Narrow, gleaming red eyes easily pierced the darkness to see what was beyond, but a whiplike tail lashed in irritation as the creature turned its head and immediately walked into a wall. Sitting back on its haunches, it shook its head to clear the pain and looked up through a hole in the roof, listening intently to the conversation above. "Because it's so like you to... go somewhere like this in the night, sit down alone, and then say you're... wandering?" Hidden in the darkness, the creature grinned wryly. It looked around quickly, then slowly made its way to the stairs that led to the roof. Taking them slowly, silently, it listened to the rest of the conversation; attempting to ascertain who it was it was sneaking up upon. It stopped just below the roof level, listening. "You never listen to me when I say that, so... I might as well." Fricai stepped into the moonlight. "You should be more aware of your surroundings, Shadow."