[Quiet Man Cometh]

“Oh, Skritt!” Syrgei vaults the edge of the stairs and drops down past the first corpse, then rolls by two more who have their backs to him, occupied with the Mesmer on their cannon. The sudden very close appearance of the thief takes them by surprise long enough for said thief to unload several several shots into the group of bandits across the bridge, sending one tumbling after his other unfortunate fellow, and another collapsing on the catwalk.

Syrgei grimaces as the profusely bleeding and likely dead bandit falls over the thin railing and down below. His stupefied onlookers are now getting their act together and have drawn their weapons. Holstering his pistols, he snatches his daggers from his hip and twists to stab the first bandit back-handed before disappearing into a wispy cloud of black smoke.