[hr][center][@Lady Selune] [color=darkmagenta]Mhyrienne – The Mildly Suspicious[/color][/center][hr]The elf looked around now that the noblewoman was talking. In her hands was an ornate cup, with a rich, full bodied looking wine inside it. She may have been a lot of things- thief, potentially a murderer depending on how you looked at her actions, undoubtedly a less-than-profitable member of society, but she wasn't a sucker, and that was begging for a sucker to be reeled in.

She held a hand up and shook her head, turning away from the mug. There was a nice warm, rich-looking drink she was far more interested in, the woman sweeping up a potion and stuffing it in her belt, before pocketing a number of yellow-white gemstones. A few coins as well, just for good measure... But then the paladin had clambered down, and was chewing the trio out. She sighed, half-swearing in elvish, and turned to face him properly.

[color=darkmagenta]"I'm not sure if you're aware of this, with your armor in the way, but this isn't a normal house. No insane woman has a basement with magical jewelry and gold in it completely unused. This place has been visited recently, and frequently, and not by someone shuffling."[/color] The woman looked around.

[color=darkmagenta]"In other words, I believe that all we're doing is... Liberating this from the original thieves."[/color] She brushed her cloak down a little, and then walked over the hole that she had descended down. Just as she was about to rocket up, she realized something. The kid was on the woman’s shoulders.

She walked over to Lucian, reaching up. [color=darkmagenta]"Here. You might not be able to read Elvish, but the pictures are still there."[/color] She placed the children's book in his arms. [color=darkmagenta]“You should be grateful- I wish I had that sort of thing growing up."[/color] A slight smile crossed her face, although it was instantly crushed what she realized she was doing.

[hr]The moaning sob no longer floated through the vibrant foyer, coloring the thoughts of Egil with renewed sadness. The harrowing howl, which spiraled from the second story of the adorned and barricaded townhouse, stifled into a dark somber emptiness. A final whimper exalted into silent, slothful footsteps emanating from the master bedroom until a pair of shoulders and a shawl crept into view, staring at the serrated floor, circumscribing four burglars and their child.

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[h2][color=00a651]"No. Nooooo. NOOOOOOO!!!!!"[/color][/h2]
>The once previous entrance/exit has now mystically become a wall, now bearing a matching mirror, harkening the beckon of the woman.