Zail narrows her eyes slightly. Things are just falling apart all over, aren't they?
Plying close to one wall of the small 'pass', she manages to slither up one side of it, only moving in along the wall once she is well above eye-level, hoping that the green of her scales, the brown of her shirt and hair, and the pale tan of her skin will help her to blend into the rock, or at least look like a shadow, if she is being watched from above.
As she moves, she makes a single gesture to Max to come along as well, but she's more or less given up on trying to get the group working as a team.
Hopefully, she will be able to sneak around the 'wall' of the cleft and cliff face, and come down behind one of the guards.
She still does not draw her scimtar.