[Yes, that's what that must mean. Yes-ish, and right now, that will have to be good enough. With one firm nod Fenris glances around, seeking out— ah. He leads Astarion to a nearby stack of crates piled in a forgotten corner. They're stacked just high enough that it wouldn't take much effort for two nimble elves to climb their way from there onto a nearby ledge; iron bars cover all the windows in Lowtown and offer an easy handhold. From there, it's up: scaling abandoned scaffolding and wooden platforms, using pipes as hand- and footholds until they reach the top, where they simply have to leap across and reach the towering rooftops.
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