Only two archers stood guarding the vault of Grado Keep, trying to stay calm by discussing the local politics- not a very effective tactic, mind you, as the extent of said politics was pretty much "we are being invaded and are all going to die". Still, they managed to distract themselves enough that neither was aware of the sharply dressed man who dropped into their midst.
     "Archers, at the ready!" Habit barked the command in such a way that it dripped with confident authority, necessary, as he had learned, for any ruse. As the nervous archers snapped to attention, habitually saluting, Habit knew that he had them right where he wanted them. Examining them closer now, he discovered that neither was female, despite their daintiness, and was both annoyed and relieved at this revelation. He would have hated to have been distracted by his mission by his flirtatious habit, but still... Habit could never meet too many women. 
     "I bring you the latest orders from Rioga himself," Habit had heard gossip in passing that the Emperor of Grado would be holding some secret meeting at this time, which he knew would only add to the seeming legitimacy of his message, "you are to report to the throne room at once to assist in its defense. The Emperor's life is far more important than a few tokens of wealth, and it is all of our duties to prioritize accordingly. Do you understand?"
     The terrified archers nodded and rushed down the stairs, glad to get away from this sudden, commanding presence...
     Habit snickered as soon as the idiot archers were out of range of hearing. He could hardly believe they had actually fallen for it. Of course, he had practiced the ruse a thousand times, and his appearance suggested nothing of a Jehannan thief, but still, he had heard that the forces of Grado would be more disciplined than this. Ah well, that was the Emperor's problem, not his. His problem was finding that accursed stone and getting it out of the castle before some jumpy soldier ran him through. Absentmindedly whistling, he set to work on the chest, his lovely notes reaching a crescendo as his lockpick found the sweet-spot on each of the three chests, popping them wide open. Inside were... a vulnerary, an iron axe, and a mend. All worthless garbage, and Habit had no idea why the Emperor would see fit to put them in chests, instead of maybe a sewer. Still, waste not, want not, Habit was sure that he could get a good price for these somewhere, and so he stashed them away in his deceptively large pockets. Sighing, he began to climb the wall again through which he'd enter, setting his sights on the throne room. He'd really hoped he wouldn't have to head over there to search for the stone, but his job was nothing if not dangerous.