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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 11:39:37 GMT -5
Lysaer looked around to see if there were any windows close to where he were standing. He moved further down the hallway, looking for a good place to get out of the dress without being seen as well.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 12:51:43 GMT -5
There is no one actually IN the hallway, at present. The only window is one at the very end of the hallway, there is a very narrow ledge. Trying to walk around to Dutovan's window would be dangerous. Lysaer wonders if he might not just pick the lock.
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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 13:08:19 GMT -5
Lysaer looks out the window, and then down and decides to return to the door and try his luck there, he had been taught how to pick a lock when he was a young boy by the friends that landed him in jail in the end, but that was several years ago and he wasn't sure he remembered everything.
[Beginner: Espionage]
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:13:05 GMT -5
The door opens with a rather satisfying "click."
Inside the room is dark, but with the beginning of the dawn peeking through the curtained window, Lysaer can see a large man who must be Dutovan laying in a bed beneath a pile of furs. There is a dresser off to the side of the door with what appears to be a pouch of coins and a folio of letters, and a pile of clothes on the floor. Otherwise the room appears empty.
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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 13:17:51 GMT -5
Lysaer moved inside and closed the door quietly behind him. He moves toward the dresser and stops to take up the letters and scans them over quickly.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:20:04 GMT -5
As soon as he picks up the letters, Duvaton begins to grumble, and turns over towards him.
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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 13:24:12 GMT -5
Lysaer stops and places the letters inside the bodice of the dress, and then he stands still with his back to the Lord and waits to see if he falls back to sleep.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:29:41 GMT -5
The man snores so loud he seems about to wake himself up, but then stops just short. His eyes are closed, but they are fixed on Lysaer's location.
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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 13:31:46 GMT -5
Lysaer stands still for a few more seconds, before he quietly moves toward the door as fast as he can without making any sounds and opens the door quietly to exit it.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:35:18 GMT -5
The door creaks loudly, but Lysaer is out of it, and down the stairs in a flash, not waiting to see if the fat old man had woken up to the sound.
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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 13:38:41 GMT -5
He adjusts his dress and the veil, before he looks around and tries to find the door that goes to the servant's quarters and then outside.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:40:42 GMT -5
As he goes down stairs, he can see that the manse is beginning to stir to life. Not guests, or Lords, but the servants are moving about. One of them touches Lysaer by the arm, "Can't I help you milady," she asks.
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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 13:43:52 GMT -5
"Yes, I woke up just now, and I have another customer waiting for me in an hour and I would like to return to my barge and prepare myself. So if you could escort me to the gates, I would be most grateful."
[Noteworthy: Charm]
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:46:10 GMT -5
The young serving girl nods, and guides Lysaer out the front door, and too the gates.
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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 13:51:28 GMT -5
Lysaer exhaled deeply as he turned down a alley which would lead him to the inn where he would meet his friends and change out of the dress.
He stopped in a cause-way and took out the letters and read them.
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