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

When dusk settled onto night, Gavroche crept out of the empty hideout and began lightly treading toward a building next to the Abbot's lodgings. This building was not unoccupied, but Gavroche was confident that he would be able to get through it without being seen. After reaching the spot and looking around, Gavroche quietly forced a few boards out of the way and ducked into the small space and placed the boards back. In a few minutes, he was at the exit of the hidden spaces. He took his ear and pressed it against the loose board that was too be his exit. A soft snore was beyond the boards, giving Gavroche confidence to leave. The lodgings he went into were of no significant importance other than it was the house of a port hand. To his left were the stairs he needed to take and in front of him was a dinky parlor that held a drunkard that was out cold. Gavroche's nose was slightly tickled by the scent of alcohol, but he ignored it and pressed upwards to the second floor. Once upstairs, he silently entered the attic and went to the window that would give him access to the roof. Gavroche peeked at the ground to see if there were any onlookers. There were none. With deft movements, Gavroche open the window and then scaled the roof without a sound. Atop the roof, he faced the Abbot's lodgings. The gap between roofs was not too great. Gavroche could easily skip over the small space. After looking down and seeing that the people were paying attention to the ground and not the sky, Gavroche stepped onto the Abbot's roof and without a sound walked over to a particular spot where the tiling was discolored. 

[color=9370D8]"Damn,"[/color] Gavroche muttered to himself, [color=9370D8]"What it took to find this mouse hole."[/color] Gingerly and careful not to make a sound, Gavroche fingered the underbelly of the tiling. His fingers eventually felt a familiar notch, giving Gavroche a smile. [color=9370D8]"There you are."[/color] Gavroche slowly lifted up an underneath board, elevating an entire patch of tiling and revealing a very small space for Gavroche to crawl into. 

During the time that Gavroche was at the hideout, he had time to cool down and time to think. Of course, he wouldn't let the Abbot go without getting pelted with a coin, but beyond that, he wasn't sure as to what the Abbot should suffer from the wrath of Gavroche. Perhaps more penny pelting or perhaps a fist to the face, but when Gavroche continued ponder on the Abbot, the less grasp he had on what he would do next. There would be flares of anger, dismissing all these feelings of uncertainty and to just beat the Abbot up, but very quickly, those feelings dissipated. For the very first time, Gavroche didn't want to criticize a noble, and it felt wrong, and yet, it felt just as wrong to spout rumors for this "noble." Even when Gavroche was infiltrating the Abbot's lodgings, he was still carrying these feelings with him.

After a journey of crawling and ensuring that he didn't make a noise (which he was successful), Gavroche finally reached the Abbot's room. It was empty. Gavroche cursed under his breath. He would have to wait for the Abbot to return if Gavroche is to deliver some coinage.