The elven courtesan watched Darkmoon go and began counting. Her sensitive ears listening to the cat's near silent footfalls. When she reached one hundred she carefully slid from the bed. Wincing, for she was only half healed, she padded silently over to the door. Ear pressed to it, she listened carefully before reaching for the latch and pushed down the metal leaf until it slid the bolt free.

The more she knew about this inn's patron and her staff, the better and now was a good time. Darkmoon had said that her mistress had descended to greet her new guests and those guests would need to be served. That meant the nymphs would be there as well. They wouldn't need to clean the rooms, not until they'd been slept in so this upper area should be clear.

Slipping down the hall, Assallya watched her gait. She had to be careful how she moved or the anklets she wore would begin to tinkle against one another but she had decades of practice when she was a slave in Calimshan. The harem had its own dangers for while no man was allowed within the chambers the women there did not spend all their days giggling and playing instruments like men outside thought. No, the harem was a dangerous place where the women within vied for power and the attention of the pasha.

Coming up to the first door, Assallya put her eye to the keyhole and peered inside, searching for a flicker of movement before daring to open the door.