Footsteps, light, nearly silent. Whoever it was knew how to move quietly, how to be patient. There was a light scrabbling sound in the nearby alley but the wall was made of brick, with nice, big gaps in between them for him to stick his fingers in.

He managed near silence as he scrambled up to the roof, but to bring his spear with him, he had to fasten it to the sheathe he'd made at his back and very briefly the shaft of it scraped against the wall as he went over the edge up top.