Roy, doing his best to keep up with all the conversations--and oh my goodness, was Irana really stripping--finally let out a sigh. He was going to talk when something came crashing down beside him. Slowly, he shifted his eyes to spy a cat.

"KITTY!"

Totally forgetting about the jackal on his back, he lunged forward and held out a hand before the cat's muzzle. "Don't worry, kitty, I won't hurt you." Eyes closing and smile growing on face, he waited for the cat to make the first move. If she wanted petting, she could bump her head into his open palm. If she didn't, he would retract his hand faster than Irana could stammer out "You stay over there."

The jackal, noticing the number of bodies before him, leaped off Roy and landed neatly on the large, looming wall behind him. Using magic given to him by Saren, the jackal spoke.

"It is time we move. The enforcers will be here soon. Make haste, we've already wasted enough time." When done, the jackal bowed his head before leaping over the wall.

On the other side of the wall was nothing but sand and savannah grass. It was a very arid world outside the wall. Or at least that's how it started.

Roy's jaw was practically on the floor when the jackal spoke. "He's been holding out on us," he chided before standing up again. Shifting his orbs toward his brother, he nodded at the wall. "See you on the other side?" Grin in toe, he put those parkour moves he'd been learning to good use.

The wall was at least 12-feet in height, if not more. It was no easy feet to scale it but there were cracks and crevasses that made climbing a little less of a challenge. Not to mention, there was a smaller wall before the larger wall sitting about 6-feet off the ground. All you had to do was get on the one and then do the same thing to get to the top of the other.

Now, once on top, getting down would be the hard part.

Roy, who hardly broke a sweat, stared down at the sand below. A few hundred feet out sat the jackal was his tail flickering impatiently.

"I'll go down first." Before he said anything else, he was digging into his bag and dragging out a rope. It wasn't anything fancy but it would suffice. He tied it to the hook on the brim of the wall and then around his waste.

Next came the fun part.

Chest to wall, he held his breath before sliding down the wall. He fell incredibly fast but that wasn't the impressive part. It was when he decided to kick the wall and tumble away from it. In doing so, he righted his body so he did a somersault and landed firmly on his feet. The momentum caused his body to dip and his palm was brought out to stop the force.

"Okay," he said while rising and turning his head up, "who's next?" Rolling up his sleeves, he positioned himself so that, should someone slip or loose their footing, he could catch them.