WHO: Tony Stark + Byerly Rutyer WHAT: Looking for missing colleagues and having a normal one. WHEN: Backdated to Justinian, because it's our show, and not yours. WHERE: Hasmal NOTES: Some sauce.
Have they spent as much time as they could, scoping the place? Maybe, maybe not. It's getting increasingly difficult to tell, because however many more days or hours or minutes they spend on surveillance are days and hours and minutes spent on their colleagues imprisoned in a torture basement.
The answer is: enough time to figure out a safe point of entry.
There's a wing of the manor that doesn't seem populated. No lanterns or hearths or candles making the windows glow, no movement by day. It seems like a safe entry point, where the main entrance sees a trickle of figures that appear to be moving by clandestine night, and hood and cloak, and so there some time spent watching the guard rotation, creeping through the darkened grounds, until they can slink up to the side.
Tony watches their backs while Byerly picks the lock of a servant's entryway. The sunglasses he's wearing magically renders the whole place in broad daylight. His shard-hand is covered appropriately, and layers of leather and tight-woven cotton conceal any telltale lyrium glow from the device in his chest. He is probably not in Byerly's preferred top five companions for a stealth mission, but he's explained to him at least once or twice that he isn't exactly new to this kind of field work.
Even if it's a little low tech. And he normally gets to make more noise.
He nudges whatever part of Byerly is in range of his elbow. Someone's coming, you got it? is what Tony hopes this gesture says.
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The answer is: enough time to figure out a safe point of entry.
There's a wing of the manor that doesn't seem populated. No lanterns or hearths or candles making the windows glow, no movement by day. It seems like a safe entry point, where the main entrance sees a trickle of figures that appear to be moving by clandestine night, and hood and cloak, and so there some time spent watching the guard rotation, creeping through the darkened grounds, until they can slink up to the side.
Tony watches their backs while Byerly picks the lock of a servant's entryway. The sunglasses he's wearing magically renders the whole place in broad daylight. His shard-hand is covered appropriately, and layers of leather and tight-woven cotton conceal any telltale lyrium glow from the device in his chest. He is probably not in Byerly's preferred top five companions for a stealth mission, but he's explained to him at least once or twice that he isn't exactly new to this kind of field work.
Even if it's a little low tech. And he normally gets to make more noise.
He nudges whatever part of Byerly is in range of his elbow. Someone's coming, you got it? is what Tony hopes this gesture says.
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