[Judging from the size, he concludes that they're probably smoke bombs. Sieghart's shoulders slump in a silent sigh. He really is going to have to steal a head, isn't he?
His eyes flit in the lights' direction. They're wavering and drawing closer—lanterns? (It's definitely not the lantern guy, because he'd be hearing raucous laughter from a mile away.) Evidently, he's wasted enough time standing here. He slides the bombs back into the bundle and moves swiftly toward the strange structure.]
no subject
His eyes flit in the lights' direction. They're wavering and drawing closer—lanterns? (It's definitely not the lantern guy, because he'd be hearing raucous laughter from a mile away.) Evidently, he's wasted enough time standing here. He slides the bombs back into the bundle and moves swiftly toward the strange structure.]