Liem holds his crossbow at the ready as he approaches, but it isn’t yet drawn or loaded, and he keeps it pointed away from the pair standing at the door to avoid any mistaken intentions in the dark. Approaching on soft feet, he makes his way toward them until he’s near enough to be within clear view of even those with poor low-light vision. Liem raises a hand in silent greeting.

Glancing at the cracked-open door, he inclines his head urgently. It sounds as though time is of the essence.