(Oki-)
Dmitri walked along the wall, looking around nervously. The guards were gone-it was late enough that they'd gone home for the night-and no one would think he'd try something like this, he was sure of it. He looked up at the wall, gaging it's height for the millionth time-it wasn't that high. It wasn't-and with the rope, that'd be-maybe a 3 foot drop? He could handle three feet. Sprained ankles were worth it....
He let out a small sigh of relief, gently setting the rose aside and grabbing his rope. He bit his lip, eyeing a spike on the wall. He'd never been the most athletic, but he was decent enough at archery. He had pretty good aim....he swung his rope, watching as it sailed in a graceful arc, wrapping around the outcropping. He had to stifle his cheer at actually landing it-he really hadn't expected to, not on his first try.
And fail on his first try he did, as to be suspected from himself, he never expected him to very quick with these type of things, so try again he did...and again...and again...and one last try before it was hooked onto the spike! The rope seemed tight enough, strong enough to hold up him...and it wasn't exactly old either.
He slowly climbed up. It was painful, rough going, arms shaking as he slowly hoisted himself up bit by bit, hair sticking to his forehead a bit from sweat, feet scrambling for any sort of purchase along the rough wall. He grunted, panting a little as he reached the top, pulling himself up onto the ledge.
