[h3]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, back room[/h3]
The cabinet, while of fair quality and, unlike some of the other cabinets in the clinic, entirely made of wood, was neither overly large nor made with sturdiness in mind. Being about the same size as Nigel himself, it might have come as a surprise to him how light it proved to be and how easily it moved; it had some heft to it, certainly, but it almost seemed as though its contents were either very light or missing, in addition to which Nigel might realize that he had gotten quite a bit stronger than he was before.
Nevertheless the cabinet slid aside with a loud screech of wood against wood, the little feet of the furniture leaving faint scratch-marks in the floorboards as it went and the momentum of the moving furniture actually causing the farthest of the double doors to briefly swing outward, opening just an inch – not enough to get a good look inside – before closing again.

The Messengers seemed to react to this, each in their own way; the one that had been trying to get Ludolf's attention turned to Nigel and seemed to stop trying to convey whatever meaning it had been trying to convey and just seemed to observe him idly. The ones that had been clawing at the doors of the cabinet fell over when the piece of furniture suddenly moved, and suddenly vanished into the floor, only for them – or two other Messengers identical with those two – to emerge out of the floor in front of the new location of the cabinet to continue grabbing powerlessly at the doors. The last one, which had been seemingly trying to reach underneath the cabinet, straightened its posture – sat up? Stood up? – and turned to Nigel, clapping its hands excitedly.
Across the room, first a very curious-looking Torquil and then a cautious Victor started approaching to get a better look at what Nigel was doing.

The wall behind the cabinet was, after all, just another section of wooden boards, in no identifiable way distinct from the rest of the walls of the room. There was not even any visible difference in color as is often the case with surfaces that have been covered for a long time. Below, where the cabinet had scraped against the floor as it moved, had been uncovered some miscellaneous dust bunnies, a comb, and what seemed like some old, dried-up small bloodstains.
More interesting was the final object uncovered by moving the cabinet: a plain-looking brass key, the type and size of which would typically be used for doors.
“How did you... never mind,” Victor started out incredulously, staring at the key in disbelief, before sighing as if deciding he did not care. He pointed at the key. “I'm guessing that explains why the front door wasn't locked. Good work. Now [I]we[/I] can lock it when we leave.”