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When they reached the warehouse, Laurelle pointed out the abandoned building she had referred to earlier. "We're going in through there." She stepped up to the door and tried it. Predictably, it was locked. Whispering a basic spell, she created a long, thin object out of pure force, hovering in front of her. She plucked it from the air and carefully inserted it into the lock, feeling around for the tumblers. Laurelle didn't carry normal lockpicks anymore; her spellcasting was quiet enough that it was fine to simply create an unbreakable one on the spot. After but a moment, she was pleased to hear the telltale click of the lock admitting defeat. She pushed the door open, letting her lockpick wink out of existence, and furtively glanced around inside. It was empty. She padded silently into the building, motioning for her companions to follow. Searching until she found the stairs, she followed them upward, encountering noöne, until they reached the roof access.
Looking around to confirm that they were indeed alone and that nobody stood on the opposite roof, Laurelle lightly made the short jump, landing deftly on top of the warehouse. She looked around for the most convenient entrance.
Ah, there. She spotted a trapdoor next to a heap of stacked boxes. It seemed that the owner of the warehouse had begun to run out of space and had resorted to moving supplies to the roof. Not very intelligent of him, but that made her job easier. She stepped up to the trapdoor and knelt, looking silently behind her to Demi to confirm that it was safe to descend.
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Lavender strode purposefully through the streets of Cygnus, her intimidating glare and imposing presence warding off the thugs and pickpockets, bottomfeeders who preyed on the careless at night. She displayed no weapon, but she didn't need to. She had the practiced, confident stride of a veteran and the demeanor of one who wouldn't hesitate to gut you if you got in her way. She ignored the people around her, making a beeline for a warehouse around the center of town. She had spotted Hawke with a few adventurer-looking types in the Inn, and while she couldn't catch much of the conversation, her suspicions had been confirmed a few minutes ago when they had left and traced the route she herself now took. She had silently stalked them at first, blending into the crowd. Lavender was relieved when the dark haired girl in the armor or blue-hair hadn't noticed her, since she was fairly sure they had made her back at the bar.
Reaching the warehouse, she threw open the front door. It was unlocked. Only a fool would try to go in through the front door if they were breaking in, and Damion's hired hands often came and went. There were only a few guards in the main room, of course. They were mostly concentrated around Damion himself, not here. "Listen up." She barked in a tone that brooked no questions. She was the senior here, and she was determined to make that clear. "Someone will be coming through here, soon. Tattooed blonde, some wannabe Estillian knight, and a girl with blue hair. Don't fuck this up." Having said her piece, she passed by them, taking a side door to continue through and warn the others.
Looking around to confirm that they were indeed alone and that nobody stood on the opposite roof, Laurelle lightly made the short jump, landing deftly on top of the warehouse. She looked around for the most convenient entrance.
Ah, there. She spotted a trapdoor next to a heap of stacked boxes. It seemed that the owner of the warehouse had begun to run out of space and had resorted to moving supplies to the roof. Not very intelligent of him, but that made her job easier. She stepped up to the trapdoor and knelt, looking silently behind her to Demi to confirm that it was safe to descend.
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Lavender strode purposefully through the streets of Cygnus, her intimidating glare and imposing presence warding off the thugs and pickpockets, bottomfeeders who preyed on the careless at night. She displayed no weapon, but she didn't need to. She had the practiced, confident stride of a veteran and the demeanor of one who wouldn't hesitate to gut you if you got in her way. She ignored the people around her, making a beeline for a warehouse around the center of town. She had spotted Hawke with a few adventurer-looking types in the Inn, and while she couldn't catch much of the conversation, her suspicions had been confirmed a few minutes ago when they had left and traced the route she herself now took. She had silently stalked them at first, blending into the crowd. Lavender was relieved when the dark haired girl in the armor or blue-hair hadn't noticed her, since she was fairly sure they had made her back at the bar.
Reaching the warehouse, she threw open the front door. It was unlocked. Only a fool would try to go in through the front door if they were breaking in, and Damion's hired hands often came and went. There were only a few guards in the main room, of course. They were mostly concentrated around Damion himself, not here. "Listen up." She barked in a tone that brooked no questions. She was the senior here, and she was determined to make that clear. "Someone will be coming through here, soon. Tattooed blonde, some wannabe Estillian knight, and a girl with blue hair. Don't fuck this up." Having said her piece, she passed by them, taking a side door to continue through and warn the others.
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