Ratte pulled the set from her pouch and quickly got to work. She carefully inserted a wire and a long thin pick into the keyhole and leaned her ears close to it. She twisted and manipulated the two devices until she heard the soft clicks that she was waiting for, then grinned smugly as the lock dropped, "Damn I'm good..." she mumbled. She quickly scooped up the lock and her tools, then checked around her once more before carefully pushing open the door.

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At the front of the caravan, two of the soldiers broke their formation only slightly in order to begin taking a lead. They pushed their horses on and their eyes were keen and watching out for trouble. They searched the rooftops and the alleys that were coming into view as they approached their destination.

The two soldiers closest to the carriage drew their swords and fell back to their position either side of the carriage holding the precious cargo. They too watched around them and searched for signs of ambush. One faltered only slightly, catching a glimpse of black up on the rooftops. [@KatherinWinter] He cracked his whip against the horse and subtly against the carriage, before the two horses in front whinnied and faltered. He slowed his horse and saw what had caused the fuss. A beggar, bulky and crooked, had stumbled into their path. He clicked his tongue and once again tapped his whip sharply against the carriage as the whole party came to a halt in front of a house [@Raptra].

"You there!" One of the front guards called out to the beggar man, "Stick to the given walking paths!" [@King Tai]

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