I am out of sorts.
In recent days, I believed myself a master spy, a valuable prisoner of war, and a hubristic plaything for capricious demonlings. The latter is the only belief that has proven true.
Camouflaged in view of Heitor's Gate, I tracked the comings and goings of the enemy's patrols. No discernable patterns or schedules emerged. Rather than return empty handed, I lingered to collect more data.
I can only conclude (in retrospect) that there was no pattern—the patrols were likely at the conflicting whims of Heitor and Ignaxious. This is evidenced both by my data and the fact that while the first several patrols marched past me, the last witlessly stumbled directly into my hiding spot. Not to mention my firsthand experience with Ignaxious countermanding the orders of Heitor's guards.
More on that later. A pack of the aforementioned doglike demons approaches. I must move.
—Operative Selly
I am out of sorts.
In recent days, I believed myself a master spy, a valuable prisoner of war, and a hubristic plaything for capricious demonlings. The latter is the only belief that has proven true.
Camouflaged in view of Heitor's Gate, I tracked the comings and goings of the enemy's patrols. No discernable patterns or schedules emerged. Rather than return empty handed, I lingered to collect more data.
I can only conclude (in retrospect) that there was no pattern—the patrols were likely at the conflicting whims of Heitor and Ignaxious. This is evidenced both by my data and the fact that while the first several patrols marched past me, the last witlessly stumbled directly into my hiding spot. Not to mention my firsthand experience with Ignaxious countermanding the orders of Heitor's guards.
More on that later. A pack of the aforementioned doglike demons approaches. I must move.
—Operative Selly · Guild Wars 2 Database