[center][h1][color=9370D8]Gavroche Marmalage[/color][/h1][/center]

Gavroche continued to stay underneath the floor boards for quite a while, staying still as much as he could. Much to Gavroche's dismay, the place where the man had placed a cot still had a cot on top of it, meaning his chances of escaping without being caught were still rather low. For hours, he stayed in the crouched position, trying to stay as silent as possible. When the discomfort became unbearable, he shifted his body just a little bit so that he would only make a sound he thought only he could hear. The time grew longer as people moved in and out of the room with Gavroche eavesdropping on everything. Gavroche had thought there could never be a boring conversation, but it was here that he finally understood what the word "bureaucracy" meant. Every so often, his interest was piqued by the occasional bribe (especially from one Gold Teeth member he recognized) but was quickly disappointed when the Abbot declined every single time. At some point, things became so boring that Gavroche fell asleep and began softly snoring. He awoke to a small plunk above him and pitch black darkness. The peep hole was covered.

[color=9370D8]"[i]Bollocks[/i],"[/color] Gavroche thought to himself. For all he knew, they could have put a dresser atop where the floor boards were loose, and even if it wasn't, any object above would certainly make a noise upon moving. He wasn't particularly worried about getting punished. He actually couldn't care less. It was his mother that he was worried about. Being late for supper was bad enough, but getting caught, that meant certain doom for his earlobes. After a minute of sulking about his predicament, he heard the Abbot making a conversation with another person. It was about rats, about a very particular kind of rat that scurried under the boards. To say in short, Gavroche understood everything.

[color=9370D8]"[i]Ha,[/i]"[/color] Gavroche thought to himself, [color=9370D8]"[i]These rats will do more than bite you, they'll-[/i]"[/color] Gavroche held that thought to deal with another. No, that couldn't be. A dumb Abbot being a Gold Tooth? No... But it did make a lick of sense. How did the Abbot know about the compartment and that Gavroche was there?

[color=9370D8]"[i]Scratch that second point, I was probably snoring...[/i]"[/color] He shrugged to himself and shelved the theory for the meantime in favor of eavesdropping. Gavroche smiled at the fact that the crew cleaned out the pockets of the entire guard. They'll more than likely empty this guy and his men out when they're done. After the conversation, Gavroche heard that a dwarvish man was barging in to make a business deal.

[color=9370D8]"[i]Great, more boring chatter.[/i]"[/color] Gavroche turned his attention off as the footsteps grew louder. Without notice, the Abbot talks in a language Gavroche had never heard. That initially interested Gavroche, but very soon, he became bored when it was just another boring business deal that didn't really interest him much. The only interesting thing was the prospect of pick pocketing more people, but that was all. As the conversation wrapped up, Gavroche began twiddling his thumbs, waiting for the Abbot to go to sleep.