[closed] The Best Shade Plans

[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow, Marcoulf
WHAT: ART HEIST
WHEN: Drakonis-ish
WHERE: Château de l'Orfort, Val Chevin
NOTES: uncultured swine within

"This? ...really?"

Standing in the grand hallway, eyebrows furrowed at one of the paintings, Barrow strokes the vaguely beard-reminiscent hair on his jaw.

"...who wanted this again?"

Comments

[esquive]

That prompts a flat look from the swordsman. Don't tell him what to do. Besides—

He jumps, hand catching the base of the frame. It jerks upward, pops free of its hook (or series of them) and all but leaps off the wall and falls to the floor between them with a crack of wood.

—They've work to do.

"See where it came from. I'll remove this from the frame."

(In the report he later dictates to one of the laundry women, Marcoulf will neglect this bit where they bicker over how best to accomplish their job without getting pincushioned by stray arrows.)

[thereneverwas]

"Why don't you see where it came from, since I'm already holding all the bloody paintings anyway?" Barrow sighs and moves toward the fallen piece.
"Besides, there's quite a bit less of you to hit."