Red Beard squinted his eyes at the guard posts scattered about.
Maybe he was overthinking things. But to confirm things once and for all, he had to inch in closer.
With that, he lowered his head back into the water.
On the dark sandy shores, a silhouette rolled his wet body on the sand and stealthily ran across the plains, only lightly touching the ground.
His technique was flawless, and his actions impressive
1, 2, 3...
He reached the frost guard post, leaning against the poles/pillars that held the post high.
There was even a zig-zag stairway that led 2 stories high before converging into a single ladder that one would have to climb to get to the top.
Very well, then.
Red Beard took his first step on the metal stairway.
If it were someone else, their footsteps clanging on the metal stairway would have alerted those above.
But Red Beard's light work was once again at play.
