[ Gaunt's heart rate isn't hammering particularly fast, however. This kind of stealth evasion basically defined his life for the last 11 years, so this is really just another day for him. He waits, he waits, he waits... and the footsteps die away. He leans out of the sconce, and the nods. ]
Light on again... we can move, but if we see those damn Sirkles there will be a fight. [ He glides forward, his boots barely making any sound at all as he walks, bolt pistol in hand. ]