I see myself in the pistol smoke

[notathreat]

WHO: Ellie, Allumin
WHAT: Congratulations, you've been selected for an impossible mission!
WHEN: TBD, to avoid plot-locking. (Likely some time in Harvestmere?)
WHERE: The Spannagel auction house in Cumberland.
NOTES: Mission notes!

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[voidtransport]

There is a moment between the searching gaze of the guard and before Ellie signals to him that she's fine where he lives in his imagination's terribly mean conjuration of the worst case scenario. Behind his hand, which presses deeper over his mouth, he bites his lip to fight back any further sounds of alarm as well as an attempt to pull his thoughts away from hypotheticals and to the present. He nods at the thumbs up, and waits in the shadows for the guard to finish his business and carry on with his patrol.

When it's safe to follow Ellie upward, he hurries over to the rope and ascends. He does his best to keep a consistent rhythm and pace - interrupted a moment about halfway up as his footing falters briefly before continuing. His mind is buzzing with little fears about the consequences if they're caught.

"It'll be fine. You've been through worse, this will be a piece of cake by comparison," he mutters to himself as he nears the window, "Unless they have liches for security, then this is nothing. And if they do have liches, you've survived that too - well--"

He stops himself as he makes it to the top of the climb and pulls himself through the window, accepting any assistance from Ellie should she do so.

[propulsion]

Allumin climbs into the room that Ellie has had some time to survey in the moments between letting down the ascender and pulling the elf inside after her. It's an office, and a smallish one at that, although its smallishness is possibly just due to the fact it's stuffed full of filing cabinets. There's a small desk and two uncomfortable looking chairs on either side.

It smells musty. Papery decay.

Nevertheless, the door is locked, rattling stubbornly when tried.

[notathreat]

Ellie listens to the soft mutters, Allumin's way of soothing himself as he gets up to the top. She's antsy about being caught, knows it'll be shitty if they are. So as soon as he gets into reach she grasps his free hand and pulls him up, catching a grip on the back of his outfit.

She's stronger than she looks, so it doesn't take long. She takes a moment to wind the rope up top, then ease the window shut enough to pass muster.

The lock rattles, and Ellie goes silent, listening to see if it brings anybody, but she doesn't hear footsteps right away. She pauses, then takes a step back.

"We can check this place out for keys, or risk that spell of yours," she says. "If nothing else works I'll just shiv the lock off."

But that should be a last resort, if they want to get away clean.