Saker stood on the tower, leaning against the ramparts, watching the walls below. Bathed in moonlight, most was laid out for him to see but for the dark shadows cast by the ramparts. But Curlan was in clear view, sitting with his eyes turned away from Saker. He studied the man for a long time, slightly confused and wondering what the man was up to. He was a most excellent scout, invaluable, really, brilliant. But there were untold secrets that he kept around himself.

He folded his hands, looking down and around the place before hopping down from the tower, walking down the wall in silence. Only a faint breeze stirred in the branches far off, creating a faint rustling sound that covered all traces of the sound of his boots, but Curlan still turned while Saker was still several paces away, hands at his sides, long hair whipping around briefly in the brief wind. "Curlan," Saker said in way of greeting. "Fine night out." He smiled warmly. "Too fine. I couldn't sleep. How are you?"