She nods, her eyebrows raised. "That's an impressive breadth of abilities. If they were using it to navigate in the sewers, though, thirty minutes of being able to see is pretty limited... Were there any torches or lanterns or things like that on them? I didn't see any, but I... wasn't looking very hard." A little embarrassed at that last bit.

"Nothing of that sort was brought back up to the surface. I think, given the circumstances, leaving that area quickly was the right idea."

Fervent nodding. "Definitely! Still, if they were navigating the sewers with a very limited Darkvision duration, they must have either had a way down to the sewers close by or left their light sources behind to sneak up on us. We weren't quiet, but I don't think we were that loud? If they were only traveling by Darkvision because they heard us, they must have left their lights somewhere not too far off!"

She trails off, drooping a little. "...that's probably not very useful, is it. You have actual magic for finding them, trying to find the signs they left behind isn't really worth the effort. Well, it's an idea." Magic solving problems does make things easier, and she will never complain about it. It's still a little sad to have a clever thought which turns out to be entirely obsoleted by a spell.

"If the spells fail for some reason, we will pursue mundane methods of detection and location. Of course, those are much less reliable."

"It always is."

And on that note, back to observing the spell discussion. Does anything happen before she goes and soaks up another channel?

More planning! More preparation! Not much else. They can't afford information leaks before this operation, so Tencednil is not allowed to leave the Citadel.

Seems fair. Fortunately, she can get healed without needing to leave, and the guard doesn't have enough injuries per hour that she's taking useful space from someone who isn't getting a channel they need. Healing?

The same Abadaran from earlier does a third channel. Tencednil is perfectly healthy.

The Guard finishes their preparations.

The Sable Company marines are with them. They will be covering the skies from their hippogriffs.

The Field Marshal is with them. She's not going to miss dealing with a cult again. Hopefully there's not another fifth circle cleric.

They move to the outdoor staging area. There must be over a hundred men, gleaming in chainmail, equipped with halberds and swords and crossbows.

A wizard with the guard casts extended locate object using a rod. He pauses for a moment and then speaks quietly with the Field Marshal.

"Everyone! It's time to get moving. Follow me." She begins moving forward.

She follows! With a group this large, she shouldn't be particularly necessary, but she has also seen how much some conveniently placed magic can do about problems which would otherwise take far too many arrows, and far more risk than is really necessary, to solve.

They march up through Midland toward North Point—

"Hit!" The wizard starts moving northwest.

The Field Marshal follows him.

The rest of the formation follows their leader. They leave Midland and enter the most crowded North Point ward of Ridgefield.

Soon, the wizard stops in front of a large apartment building. The guardsmen surround it on all sides, crossbows aimed high. Many of the locals flee or cower.

The marines fly above them in orbiting circles.

"Agents of the Red Mantis! You are under arrest for murder of officers of the law and criminal conspiracy! Exit the building with your hands behind your back and your weapons on the floor!"

There is only silence from within the indicated apartment.

The wizard speaks. "They're moving—"

The door bursts open! Nothing appears to emerge but footsteps can be heard briefly on the cobblestones.

"They jumped! That way!" The wizard points down the street.

Eighteen guardsmen fire blindly down the street. One crossbow bolt embeds into an invisible foe.

The marines in the sky loose eight arrows. Two of them impaled the assassin. Hitting an invisible foe is hard.