Following behind Gelvin, Isma was for the first time thankful that she had sold most of her heavy, clanking armor. As they approached the southern window of the building, Gelvin motioned with his hand: After you.
Isma nodded, sheathed her sword and peered cautiously inside through the window.
SpoilerObservation (SL11): [roll0] + any modifiers for cover
If it seems clear, Isma will climb inside. To do so silently … Stealth (SL10): [roll1]. The -1 is for my encumbrance.
And I definitely want to continue if you do! I'm enjoy this so far.