Wil didn't say anything to Altair. The less said out in the open the better. He was hungry anyhow and his mouth was better suited to other uses, like coring the fruit in record time. There was a record, actually, and he held it. A competition to eat the most of anything was like asking Wil if he wanted a free meal and a trophy.
"Always gotta be prepared." He responded, pushing himself upright and adjusting Stormwind so he could stand up with it. The trick was less in not tripping yourself and in not tripping yourself or stabbing someone with the long end. Wil nabbed the piece of bread from Stone's hand with a wink and took a chunk off one side with his teeth. He tossed the rest of it to Ari and gave Stone a light clap on the shoulder for her to move on and waved for the other two to follow them. The inital trek he knew, leading them down an alley to the side of the bridge, then down the half-rusted ladder to the walkway, barely two and a half feet wide, that led to the loose grate protecting the sewers.
Just about everyone knew the current entrances. The Guild had them circulated, reinstalling the real grids and then installing trick ones elsewhere. Contacts within the other Guilds let them know where was being more heavily patrolled, or what tricks had been figured out. Currently you could use a simple wire and run it across the top of the grate to grab a small latch. You pulled it towards you, then pulled it further with your fingers. Wil had a little trouble with the catch in the dark, but once in his fingers he gave it a single tug before there was the familiar clink and slight shudder as the gate unbolted itself. With little fanfare or noise it swung open.
The grate itself was an oval cut out in the stone, hence why the bridge was a bridge. From this end the water came in to be wasted - one of the most pleasant ways to get into one of the most unpleasant places in the city. The walkways were built allegedly because the Fighters' Guild wasn't as dedicated in patrolling the sewerways as the Thieves' Guild was in using them. The entrance grates were simple affairs of a frame with heavy metal bars set a half inch apart, with two grates on either side. Wil had to put the toe of one boot in between two of the bars over the water and haul himself off to the side to let the others in front of him. Situations like this required he be in the rear, or everyone following him would be blind to the pathway in front of them. Stone would need to take the lead, although in danger a single leap into the water and back out again should see him back in the front of them.
Just hopefully, and he really hoped, it was still clean by the time they got to that point. "You got point, Li'l Rock."