[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?"

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"Val Royeaux. Or the Orlesian people, if that is too specific."

Who cares who wanted it, or that if he were asked a day ago he might not have had any opinion whatsoever on the state of an art collection in some chateau here in occupied Orlais. Today, standing in the corridor, and faced with the work, he has decided it matters.

(Otherwise why would they be here? Anyway, a person ought to have some sentiment for the things made by the place they come from.)

"Give me a leg up and I'll bring the frame down."

There will be a hook in some side cupboard for the same exact work, or a step ladder, or— but who knows how long it would take to hunt those down and who knows how long they have to do their work here.