No matter his trepidation, the Imperial tribune can't let nerves get in the way of a job to be done either. Setting his pack aside with Jim's, he decides to follow the captain's example and goes for the rope with determined vigor. Just like scrambling up to the roof of their house at night, isn't it? He's not as sure-footed as Jim, but he makes it up safely and takes a moment to check his footing before he nods to Jim.
"Thanks. I'll need you to watch my back while I do this, as well." He's just going to carefully seek out the best vantage point- up these mossy steps looks like the surest bet - before he breathes in deeply and cups both hands into a clairvoyance spell. He needs to forget where he is and focus on where he wants to be. In his mind he holds a single, clear goal. Aunt Lartia. Lartia Avita Valeria, daughter of Bravil, scout of the Fifth Legion. Where are you?
He's keeping the spell directed away from the ground, so that when the smoky blue trail of light forms, it wanders off in a straight line through the air to his left. Stratos waits until he's sue he has it to drop one hand, holding the spell with the other while he pulls out the compass and takes a reading. Double, triple checks it. North-north-east. Well and good, he supposes.
"At least she isn't further south," he sighs. He's going to mark the direction on their map immediately. "Very well, let's get our supplies and move to our next... ah, destination."
much appreciated!
"Thanks. I'll need you to watch my back while I do this, as well." He's just going to carefully seek out the best vantage point- up these mossy steps looks like the surest bet - before he breathes in deeply and cups both hands into a clairvoyance spell. He needs to forget where he is and focus on where he wants to be. In his mind he holds a single, clear goal. Aunt Lartia. Lartia Avita Valeria, daughter of Bravil, scout of the Fifth Legion. Where are you?
He's keeping the spell directed away from the ground, so that when the smoky blue trail of light forms, it wanders off in a straight line through the air to his left. Stratos waits until he's sue he has it to drop one hand, holding the spell with the other while he pulls out the compass and takes a reading. Double, triple checks it. North-north-east. Well and good, he supposes.
"At least she isn't further south," he sighs. He's going to mark the direction on their map immediately. "Very well, let's get our supplies and move to our next... ah, destination."