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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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Isabella opened the door to the stables, walking calmly inside where Turnip was being kept, careful not to get her dress overly dirty on anything. Ah...where was a brush or something she could clean him with? He looked like he was being taken well care of here, but he always liked it when she did it.

[b]"Nothing important,"[/b] Valora glanced over to the princess before turning her attention back to Gracie. [b]"Just want your opinion on this place. I'm not some religious or spiritual whacko - I've survived as long as I have in the army by relying on my senses and my intuition. That comes with something that people would call being paranoid."[/b] She took a quick look around the stables. [b]"I had Lana eavesdrop on the dinner last night in case something happened."[/b] That should be enough information to get Gracie to possibly stay interested. Lana had described it to her in the best way she could. [b]"Lady Calder likely doesn't think much of it...but I know when somethings off. What that girl, Zavra did, was more than a little worrisome."[/b]


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Tsk, doors were locked.

Lana stepped back, rubbing her head in thought. She could hear footsteps from the other side, so there was definitely someone in there. She just had to figure out how to get in. If it was locked, she could possibly pick it, but she didn't have any of her usual tools with her. The only other solution then would be to wait for someone to come through and then slip in after them. She was reasonably sure of her sneaking skills in that area. Maybe find out who had the key then pick-pocket them.

That said, waiting here with nothing to do would be a little on the suspicious side.

Lana shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck as she walked away. For now, you win door, but your secrets shall be revealed soon enough!

Lana would wait in the hallway just outside of dining room like she had last night to eavesdrop on the dinner conversation. As soon as she heard anything like doors opening, she'd make her move and decide what to do then. Thievery was equal parts planning and patience, and equal parts decisive action.