To the west, a lone Miqo'te sits perched above the cliffs of Morbay Bay, the embers of a dying fire his only company in the fading daylight. He idly tosses a tuft of dried grass onto the glowing coals, listening to the crackle of their consumption as his eyes scan the settlement below him once more. The path he'd chosen was a tricky one; Given the shear and unforgiving white cliffs that surrounded the Mist, most would take the path through Red Rooster Stead, or perhaps the Ferry from Limsa Lominsa itself. Choosing to forego either and decensd the rockface was paramount to madness, and would surely throw his target off, but given his upbringing in the highlands, it was his best bet of success.

"Come on, TenTen - please? We never do anything together, at least come join me for this. It will make Mom happy, you know, seeing you embrace some of your Keeper culture for once."

"Of course you would break your leg the week before you made me do this, Enou'sae." Enou'tan sighs quietly to himself, tossing some dirt on the coals and rising to his feet as the sun begins it's final descent below the waves. "'Get in unseen, get the shield, and get out. Bring it back here, and you're golden.' Should be easy enough." He mumbles quietly,, stripping his traditional hunting garb for the deep green tabbard his brother had offered him. The cool ocean breeze was refeshing against his skin, and he basked naked in it as he watched the sunset. Dravania had no such vistas, and if nothing else, his brother's request had given him a stunning view.

He sighs once more as the sun dips below the horizon, and he slowly makes his way to the cliff edge. "Azeyma protect me" 

At this time of day, the place was usually somewhat busy, but a pall had been cast by the festivities. The water burbles silently to itself as the gentle sea breeze titillates the trees. Perhaps, if the visitor looked closely, he would see ears peeking out from the grove of bamboo, or see the glint of eyes in the dark. Or perhaps they are merely the mirages cast by anxiety and paranoia. Hard to say.

Either way, the unnatural stillness of the place holds as he approaches.

"You must not be seen."

The phrase loops in his head as he approaches the shrine, prowling along the mists streets in silence as he followed the path he'd planned out that afternoon. The plan itself was rather simple, if not a bit risky;  Loop around the neighboring building and approach from the back; scale the fence behind the main shrine; sneak across the yard, and then bolt through the front gate, snagging the shield on his way through, scaling the cliff face across the road, and then descending once more on the other side where his boat lay waiting. 

So far, the execution had been perfect, and he smiled in satisfaction to himself as he landed silently on the inner side of the fence. After pausing a moment to ensure he hadn't been heard nor seen, he began creeping his way along the wall, listening keenly for any hint of alarm or suspicion.

Nothing moves but the grasses in the breeze. The whole place seems to be holding its breath as he works his way up toward the front. Is there truly nobody here? The longer the silence persists, the more suspicious the whole affair gets.

Nonetheless, the plan has gone exactly right so far. And the front gate is in sight.

He stops short of the yard, crouching in the shadow of the building as he inspected the way before him. If he squinted, he could see the faintest shapes of ears poking above the bushes, facing towards the gate as he’d expected. They haven’t noticed me yet; good.

Above the front gate, he could see the shield handing from its hook; all he had to do was get it.

With a final deep breath, he lunged forward, taking four bounds across the yard before letting magic carry him the rest of the way. He jumped as he reached the gate, hand clasping around the bottom of the shield.

The shield clatters against the gate, but remains stuck fast! It is chained in place!

From within the greenery emerges the sound of riotous cackling, and then shortly after a short, pale young man. “It’s not—that’s not the one! You’re—that’s not the one you want, friend! That’s just announcing that we’re participating! You want the one inside!”