So much for trying to sleep.

Pressed to the wall, Alistair waits, tensed. He's been as careful as he can, but -- clearly -- not careful enough if someone's found him. They're too heavy of foot to be an assassin, though, so...at least he's got that going for him.

Silently, he steals behind the man as he enters his camp. Alistair pads a few steps closer.

A little less silently, he draws the staff from his back.