Genevieve had taken every precaution she could think of in the time up to now. It never even dawned on her that one might try to enter her hold without the use of magic. The rogue had been so predictable up until now. And so she continued casting the protective wards over the cottage. She was almost finished when Regina had sent the message that someone was looking to enter, her efforts hastened and were almost even half-assed as she finished the last incantation. But instead of joining her merry band of warriors, she rushed up the stairs that led to the northern towers of the cottage, her gown billowing behind her as she fled. She went straight to her quarters, with only one thing on her mind; her precious stone, the last relic she had called hers. She needed to see it, be sure that it was still where she had left it, that it was still hers. There was no doubt in her mind that whoever the intruder was, they had come to steal her last, precious treasure. They were warriors, the best infact. Which was why she had chosen them. If a threat was to be unveiled, she had no doubt they would protect her. 

Isabeau quickly placed her ear on the door, listening as others passed in the hall. The racket that was being made over the intruder nearly made her chuckle. She knew Regina was doing her best to find this intruder by means of her mind powers, and from what Ionathan had said, the rogue had almost dreaded coming face to face with the Halfling.  In her time with the magi, she had trained to protect her mind, ideally from threats much greater than the hin had posed. But it seemed to be the perfect chance to see how much she truly learned. Closing her mind off to Regina was the easy part, using her own skill against her though, that took concentration. Isabeau took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She focused on that prodding energy, forcing her voice back through the void. If it worked, only five words would have went through and hit Regina like a ton of bricks. [color=darkseagreen]“I am not your enemy.”[/color] Yes, it would’ve given her away, but she had to take the chance. She hoped that it, along with Ionathan’s meeting would smooth things over, if even just a little bit.

As soon as the halls had quieted, Isabeau slowly opened the door and slid out of Ionathan’s quarters. She didn’t have much time, but while she was here, she may have as well at least attempted to acquire the second key. She paused for a moment in front of each door before passing, hoping to get a sense for where everyone was. Something had stirred; a doorknob had turned just as she reached the first room. Panicking wasn’t going to do her any good, but she needed some place to hide, and she couldn’t depend on her magic. Assuming that all others had flocked to Regina when she had beckoned for aid, she figured the room would have been empty, and if it was designed anything like Ionathan’s, there were plenty of hiding spaces within. 

Her hand grasped the knob, what luck, it was unlocked! She cracked the door open just enough for her form to fit through and softly closed it behind her. The shadow of the doorway concealed her just enough, however any conscious person that paid attention to their surroundings would have known they weren’t alone. Her back resting up against the hard wood, her eyes scanned the room from under her hood. [color=darkseagreen]“Shit”[/color] she muttered under her breath …

[@Zero Hex]