Less abrupt than D would often leave conversations, as Altair at least said goodbye. D acknowledged the farewell with nothing more than a nod as he had business to attend to. That was why he investigated this particular spire, he had reason to be in the area anyway and it was convenient.

Periodically his attention wandered back to the spire, focusing his sixth sense and listening. But it wasn't until he was on his way again that he picked out someone climbing the spire. They were far enough from the crowd now that D had an easier time picking them out, and when he passed where he could see D's keen eyesight easily picked up the sight of the man he was talking to earlier.

"Go on. You'll know if I need you." His omen once again took flight. D would have waited until nightfall personally, but if someone else was already going up to investigate he might as well go now.

Small imperfections and tiny ridges served as handholds and footholds for D, and anything large enough for an unskilled climber might as well have been a ladder. The wind tugging at his hair and coat only add to the slight illusion that he's little more than a shifting shadow on the shady side of the structure.