[ Curufin is slinking alongside a dwelling in the city center, keeping to the darkest side of the house. This location has been a rich source of opponents, as everyone has to cross the city sometime, and a lot of people live here or shop here. He stands still and listens quietly, his sharp Elven ears picking up the smallest sounds. His eyes gleam in the shadows, with humor and with something a little darker and more mischievous.
2b -- Tucker only
But what's this? -- a sound from the roof? ]