As Jax spoke, outlining the details of what she needed to know, Celinny's gaze was intent on his every movement, carefully memorizing his instructions and the map his finger was tracing in the dust. Her thoughts briefly flickered towards the cat patrolling the front of the building, gently touching his mind and requesting he look towards the doors, counting them out as she looked through his eyes. A thrum of amusement coursed through their connection as he picked up the thread of her plans,and she grinned in response, the expression carefully hidden behind her mask. A moment later however, the jubilant expression faded as the Captain offered up a plea for the safety of the inhabitants of the palace and she gave him a steady stare, eyebrows angling down into an expression of complete seriousness.

"...Captain, you might not know me, but I would never bring death upon another being unless they deserved it first." Her eyes momentarily blazed, becoming two spots of blue fire. "I vow to you that none shall die by my hand this night." After several heartbeats had gone by, slowly, her stony expression of conviction faded, replaced by her more natural amusement, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "Now... You should erase that map of yours and sit tight, or loose if that is more your preference. I have a job to do." Pushing off from the ground in a silent fluid motion, Celinny took a long, deep breath of cool night air, held it for a few seconds, then released it in a nearly silent rush as she loped forward gracefully into the darkness like a hunter stalking her prey, mind sharp and determined. One way or another, Jax was getting out of this prison.

The silvery bobbed tailed Tom was sitting perfectly calm in front of the fourth door of the building, kneading his claws methodically into the ground as he waited, looking expectantly towards the corner of the structure as a figure moved in the shadows. He didn't need to taste the air to know that it was Celinny crouching there, he recognized her outline far too easily to mistake her for any other human. He purred loudly at her approach, arching his neck and shoulders into her fingers when she reached down. Then he twitched his long whiskers expectantly, muscles tensing as she crouched down to his level.

"Time to test your size limit Mist." She breathed, quickly casting her gaze to either side to check for approaching guards. "Slip past that door and see if you can unlock the bolt. And try not to take all night about it." She teased, giving his neck another scratch.

Releasing a reassuring meow, Mist leapt confidently forward, a silvery haze forming around his body as he rapidly shrank in size, replacing the sleek body of a cat for something a little more convenient. Wings vibrating with a gentle hum, a tiny fruit fly zipped quickly through the air, sliding into the key hole and coming out on the other side. Hovering in place for a moment, Mist carefully studied the inner hallway, paying close attention for any sign of movement. After a long minute, the little shifter decided that things were safe enough for the time being and drifted down to the knob of the door, turning his scrutiny on the locking mechanism above it. With another silver pool of mist forming around his miniscule body, The fruit fly swelled in size, rapidly transforming into a small black monkey with a white and grey face. Blinking dark brown eyes several times as he adjusted to the new height, the capuchin reached forward with deft fingers and grasped the knob in both paws, twisting it until he heard a definite click. Satisfied, Mist gave his long tail a twitch before leaping down onto the stone floor and scampering to one side as the door swung in word

"maybe you should become a monkey more often. It rather suits you."

Celinny had waited as quietly as she could just outside the door, barely even breathing as she lay in the shadows at the base of the building, watching carefully as a patrol moved past with a soft clinking of armor and weapons. Huffing with relief as the trio moved by with barely a glance at the door leading to the storage area, she quickly rose to her feet as the lock gave a quiet but distinctive click. Reaching out, she twisted the knob in her hand and swiftly pushed it inwards, stepping inside and glancing around for her companion. That was the point when she had made The playful comment about his monkey shape, receiving a toothy grin in response before Mist sprang nimbly onto her arm and climbed swiftly to perch on her shoulder, Twining a tiny paw into her tresses to keep his balance. 

"You can stay there, just see that you don't pull too hard." Celinny breathed, tugging gently on the tail trailing down her chest, receiving a chirp and a flexing of fingers in her hair in reply.

The hallway wasn't as long as she had been expecting and for a moment , Celinny hesitated, gaze sweeping across the walls. Walking over to the closest door, she twisted the knob and peered inside, only to withdraw again when she was only met with crates of what looked to be food stocks. Stepping to the next room, she was relieved to see shelves of folded cloth and racks of glittering chainmail. Slipping inside quickly, she closed the door behind her and took a look around in the storage area with an air of caution. Nothing immediately jumped out to snatch her, obviously, so the young woman began poking around through the different uniforms, enjoying the soft texture of the cotton against the skin of her fingertips as she finally removed her gloves.

"...Cooking staff... We don't want one of those, I'm not trying to burn down the building." Celinny murmured softly as she read a neat paper label stuck to one of the shelves beneath several stacks of white tunic uniforms. "And we definitely don't want one of these." She stated to the next shelf stocked with tidy piles of blue colored garments worn by the serving staff. She couldn't exactly picture herself taking orders from anyone, let alone the royalty or higher ups of the place she was trying to break into. The next shelf looked more promising, the label indicating that it was the attire for those who busied themselves cleaning the palace. "Cleaning staff it is then." She decided as she began sorting through the stacks of female uniforms in search of one that was her size.

As Celinny untied the mask from around her face, Mist leapt from her shoulder onto the floor, scampering over to the door and shimmering briefly with silvery vapor before shrinking down into a tiny lime colored lizard which flicked its tongue in her direction before poking his head beneath the door to keep watch. Smiling fondly at her companion and briefly wondering, not for the first time, how she had gotten so lucky to earn his trust, the thief then proceeded to remove her belt, pants, shirt, and boots. Folding her clothing together neatly, she then tied the pile together with a leather cord, setting the bundle aside as she reached for the gray tunic and leggings, shivering slightly in nothing But her white shift and her socks. The clean new cotton Felt good against her skin as she quickly stepped into the pants, pulling The tunic over her head and tugging it into a comfortable position. Retrieving her belt from the floor, she buckled it into place around her waist and allowed the hem of the shirt to fall down over it , smoothing out any odd looking lumps until she was satisfied. Casting a last glance over the shelves to see that she didn't miss anything, she retrieved one of the white handkerchiefs next to a stack of socks and tied it over her hair before pulling on her boots and tightening the laces.

"I'm going to have to use a bit of your magic for this next part Mist." Celinny informed her partner is she stepped over to him and sank into a cross legged position on the stones nearby. The lizard's only visible response was a brief flick of his long tail, but she could sense the feeling of approval through their mental connection. Taking a deep breath, the woman closed her eyes and began to concentrate, reaching out towards the shape shifter through there link and pulling on a small thread of his magic as she had learned to do once. Gradually, changes began to appear in her visage, her hair lightening to a honey blonde, the curls flattening out, her skin lightened several tones,and when she finally opened her eyes again, their vivid blue had changed into a light brown. Blinking quickly a few times as a lingering tingling sensation coursed through her body, Celinny retied her hair into a simple braid, unuse to the smooth texture.

She wasn't entirely sure how she had discovered the ability to tap into Mist's powers, granting her the very slight ability to change the color of her skin, hair, and eyes, but it had been a few years ago when she had discovered the little trick, desperately frightened as she had been infiltrating a rival thieving crew, The animal shifter at her side for the first real mission. She had  desperately wished she could change her appearance Beyond the simple make up she had been using at the time and somehow, much to her surprise, her hair had become a light brown,  her skin the color of caramel. Mist had been almost as shocked as she was, the body of the rat he had been using fluffing up. Together, they had perfected the ability, strengthening the bond that held them together and helping her become one of the best thieves in the history of her family.

Retrieving a small stick of light brown clay from one of the pouches and her belt, Celinny proceeded to run her thumb over the end of it after licking the pad of her finger and polished of her disguise by dotting several freckles across the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks before getting to her feet and spreading out her arms. "well, how do I look?" She asked the little lizard as he tilted his head up at her curiously, smiling at the image of a stranger that she perceived from his thoughts. "good. I don't look a thing like myself. Now, you better get into something a bit bigger so that you can hold onto my things." She went on to say, collecting the bundle of clothing from the floor and turning back to find a lean bodied Black Labrador blinking up at her and giving his tail a wag. Smiling with approval at his choice, she looped the extra length of cord around his belly, tying it off with a knot when it was secure. 
Giving the dog several scratches behind his floppy ears, she then straightened up and once again smoothed out her tunic, briefly running her hands across her hair to check that every strand was in place before she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, glancing both directions to make sure that she was still the only human in the vicinity. Satisfied by the lack of movement, she jogged over to the door leading to the outside of the building and cracked it open, allowing Mist to slip past her and out into the night.

"You know what to do. Keep watch. And don't let the magic fade from my appearance."She whispered, receiving a steady look from a set of big brown eyes and a resolute nod. Then The dog was gone, vanishing into the darkness and leaving her alone with in the doorway. Taking a deep breath, Celinny quietly shut the door, twisting the lock back into place and turning to face the hallway once more.

"There you are!" A clear voice suddenly rang out, causing Celinny to start painfully and widen her eyes as A middle aged woman rounded A corner further down the hall, her gaze as severe as the tight bun she had pulled her salt and pepper hair back into. Her expression didn't improve in the slightest as she marched down the hallway, stopping inches away from Celinny, even becoming a touch more stern perhaps. Planting her hands as fists on both of her hips, the woman frowned with obvious displeasure. "Don't just stand there gawping at me like a fish just been caught Lassy!" Celinny immediately closed her mouth with a snap. "Molly said you'd be down this way, waitin' for your first assignment, but I wasn't expecting big eyes and no manners." 

The look on her face must have been one of confusion, because the woman proceeded to then snort in frustration and give her head a shake. "What are they teaching you younglings these days?" She growled, rolling her eyes and giving her head yet another shake. "I'm Doulah, I'll in charge of your duties under Molly, The head of the cleaning staff. She hired you and the lad here," she jerked her thumb over her shoulder at a rather intimidated looking young man with a head of dark curly hair that Celinny noticed for the first time, "as part of the night shift in the prison block. Starting to ring a bell?"

Finally managing to swallow and give her eyes several blinks, Celinny Felt her stunned mind quickly leap forward and grasp comprehension of her unexpected situation. She hadn't been planning on running into anyone else on her way to the dungeon, but she couldn't of been given a more perfect scenario then the one that had just landed in her lap. Adopting an air of timidness and folding her hands together in front of her, she gave a jerky uncertain bow, hoping to play up the mild sense of stupidity the woman had assumed of her. "Y-Yes Ma'am. I didn't mean nothing by it. Never been inside such a big castle before."

Doulah waved One of her hands through the air to cut off anything else she might have said. "Fine, fine. Mercy me. What's your name child?"

"...Heather." Came the timid reply.

"well then Heather, you'll be working with Dugan here to clean the dungeons. Look sharp, I'll show you where to get cleaning supplies and water" Doulah said, snapping her fingers and turning quickly into the same room that held all of the work uniforms, the pair of young people following after her. The older woman immediately went to a second smaller door on the other side of the shelves, pulling it open with a sharp yank to reveal several mops and brooms, a stack of buckets, and a multitude of blocks of soap. She pulled out a couple of the mops, two buckets, several bars of soap, and a handful of rags. Dividing the supplies between the two, she then lead them over to a trough with a hand pump, instructing them both to fill their buckets and then waiting quietly as they hurried to obey. When both buckets were full, Doulah let them from the room and down the Corredor, following the exact instructions that Jax had given earlier as she took them to the staircase that would take them both into the prison. As she got to the door, the woman unceremoniously yanked this port ajar as well, squinting down and nodding briskly at a guard standing at the foot of the steps, looking almost board with himself. "These pups are on their way to clean the dungeon. They shouldn't give you much trouble." The way she said it made it clear to the pair of apprentices that she would skin them if she found out that they had done anything else. Nodding with understanding, the soldier simply opened the door and allowed the two to pass through, shutting the door behind them without a second glance.

A nervous little laugh suddenly escaped Dougan as he readjusted is mop and bucket. "Don't worry too much about Doulah. She's more bark than she is bite." He said reassuringly, offering a friendly smile.

Celinny released a small giggle herself, blinking several times and shaking her head as if coming out of shock. She smiled shyly at Dougan, adding a few more blinks for good measure. "I sure hope you're right. That was scary." She squeaked, biting hesitantly at her lower lip. She blinked again and began to walk towards the left, saying as she did so, "We'd better get started though, before she decides to actually follow through on her threats. Let's start over here and work our way forward." She suggested, relieved when the young man followed after her without question.

Immediately turning down the hallway to her left, Celinny hurried as fast as she could manage with a full bucket of water in one hand to the end of the Corredor. Setting down her bucket and mop, she reached into one of her pouches and began acting as if she were unwrapping a bar of soap, instead withdrawing a short needle, the sharpened end enclosed in a glass vial filled with a orange liquid. Uncapping the needle, she waited patiently as Dougan approached, watching him as he set down his own bucket and mop and began to unwrap an actual block of soap. Quick as thinking, Celinny's hand shot out, sticking the end of the metal into A rather surprised looking Dougan's throat, smiling sweetly as he blinked several times at her stupidly. Without warning, his eyes abruptly rolled back into his head, his body collapsing onto the stone floor with a rustle and a smack as his head hit the hard surface. Not envying the headache the man was going to have when he woke up in a few hours, Celinny calmly washed the tip of the needle in her bucket of water before resealing it in the crystal vial and slipping it back into her belt. Reaching into the other side, she withdrew a couple of lock picks and turned around to face the door to the Captain's cell, working for only a few heartbeats before the lock clicked and she was able to twist the knob, pushing the door in word.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I got sidetracked." She said cheerfully to the man inside, stowing away her pics once again. "Help me get snorey in and  you can switch clothes with him." She said, indicating the snoring man spread eagle on the floor behind her with a lifted eyebrow.