OOC:
You're welcome to roll it, somebox. In general, if you want to try something, please go ahead and roll it. I'm perfectly happy to ignore it or tell you why it didn't work, but it's generally smoother to just go ahead and roll just in case. :)
Verrian reaches the roof of the building and finds that it indeed gives a nice view of the citadel courtyard, though there are spots inside the front gates that can't be seen due to the wall. At a guess, there's a good 20 feet of ground at least that's not visible from here. Though it's certainly time for sunrise, the growing clouds make the early morning light dimmer than usual. Good for hiding, certainly. Not the best for being able to see clearly. The wind is picking up, and the air is unseasonably cool still.
The best place to take cover up here is next to the wall around the roof, about three feet high.
Perhaps since it's still early, there's little activity around the citadel. The courtyard is quiet; the massive double doors into the main building stand open, but no one seems to be walking around. There are two guards outside the front gates, which are closed. One of the guards is familiar --
the angry woman with Ildemu from a couple of days ago. She seems alert and aware, pacing like a caged animal back and forth in front of the gates, holding a heavy mace in one hand. The burly, unshaven man with her, though, is sitting on the ground, lounging against a pile of crates arranged not far from the gates. His sword is resting against one of the crates, at hand if necessary. He's watching the woman pace, lip curled in faint contempt.
"Yer making me nervous, girl. Don't you ever sit down and relax?" he says, and spits on the ground.
"Them rabble ain't gonna attack the bleedin' walls, y'know. They's all holed up, an' even if they's got the stones to pull somethin', what they gonna use? A fork and knife?" The man laughs, a donkey's bray, at his own joke.
For her part, the woman says nothing, just stares at him with undisguised hatred.