Transparents and Truants

[Harbor]

Rowanis spent several days watching her sister’s grandchildren, playing with them in the way that only she could: when their mother or nursemaids weren’t watching them. Rowanis blew breezes for their toy boats in the bathtub, spreading ink or powdered charcoal in patterns across scraps of paper, or simply tickling them or chasing them or letting them chase the wisps of her that they sometimes glimpsed. Children were easier to interact with than adults—their minds were freer, perhaps. They were more fun too though. Rowanis could spend ages with them. But she strongly suspected that half the reason she wanted children of her own so badly was because she spent so much time with her sister’s, so she tried not to spend too much with the children. Melancholy was easy enough to come by when one was dead.



Rowanis spent her week with the grandchildren, then she told herself it was time for her to go again, and walked out to the docks to watch the water. She almost always walked the short distances that she chose to go, even though she could bring herself there in instants if she chose to, because it reminded her of being alive to act as though she couldn’t do many of the things she now could. If she acted alive she felt alive, her games with the children regardless. She was striding back through the marketplace—much less difficult when she didn’t have to avoid running into people—when she saw, distantly, a slim shadow affix itself to the side of a building that she knew was guarded from the front, if not at the side where the shadow was lurking. She walked purposefully over to a place of sunlight not far from him and watched, both curious to see what he was doing, and disapproving once she discovered what it was. ”Truant,” she grumbled, and decided to pay attention long enough to decide if his motives were worth her interference or not.

[Timmir]

Walking through the streets of Teirm, Trelik had noticed that there were more guards out and about in the city then there usually was. That wasn't much of a surprise basing on what had happened during his last visit here. An attack within the city walls was not the type of thing taken lightly by the people who risk there lives to protect it, and Trelik couldn't blame them. That Dragon Spirit had caused alot of chaos when he was here, and there was no way they would allow any such thing to happen again.

Trelik didn't believe this would be anymore then a minor annoyance for his plans for today. The task was simple enough. He just needed to sneak into Lord Risthart's castle, and get access to the record room. From there he hoped he would be able to track down a certain item that he required.

He hugged the castles outer walls, keeping out of sight as much as he can. The best thing he could for right now was wait for the cover of night to settle in.

So, can you explain to me again why you just don't ask the person in charge of the records?[/color] Neldral asked

Trelik let loose a silent sigh. Well, for two reasons. One, I don't exactly want anyone to know what I'm looking for. And two, the administrator of trade, who is in charge of the records, is known for being among one of the most infuriating bureaucrats there is, and would never allow me access to the records. Besides, this is much more fun.[/i] A small smile formed on Trelik's face as he felt the echo of embarrassment and disbelief come from his dragon's mind as Trelik told Neldral that last part.

Just promise me you'll be careful. We don't want a repeat of what had happened thr last time you were here.

Don't worry, the last thing I want is of a repeat of what happened last time. Trelik's smile dropped at the thought of the events that had occured during his last visit. What was suppose to be a simple job became alot more complicated when a Dargon Spirit had decided to intervene, and killing a good friend of Trelik's.

Trelik just shook the thoughts from his mind as returned his attention to the job at hand. He hid just out of plain sight as he waited for the cover of night to set in.

Once night had finally fallen, Trelik picked up a pebble as he stealthily approached the front gate. He then threw the pebble, a few meters towards the other direction of the guards, distracting the guards long enough for him to slip right pass them and into the castle.

Now then, it was time for the hard part.

[Harbor]

Rowanis crossed her arms and leaned into the castle peaceably, engaging herself in what was really a one-way staring contest, since the other contestant couldn’t see her, but which amused her in the tiredest of ways regardless just because it was the sort of thing she would have done with her sister when she was alive. But she could always hold out hope. Her sister was in her eighties now—longevity ran in the family—and there was always a hidden chance that her sister would come to haunt with her when she died. Not that Rowanis cared to think of herself as haunting those she bothered to interact with, so to speak. She rarely caused problems—she preferred doing the small things that amused or confused people than causing mayhem.

The handsome young fellow she was staring invisibly at found a small stone and walked through her shoulder to throw it, then dodged into the keep. Rowanis followed at a more sedate pace, since striding through walls unnerved her and always had, excusing herself as she brushed past the baffled guards. ”What are you up to now, Mr. Miscreant,” she wondered to herself as she followed him. He didn’t look like the sort of obvious fellow who was easy to follow, not that the castle was crowded, but it would be easier for her to keep up if he could have been courteous enough to don a large, obnoxious hat for her to keep her eye on. Apparently he was accustomed to the slipping and sliding like this. Sneaking had certainly never been one of Rowanis’s strong suits; now it was just through circumstance that she could sneak at all. ”There’s another guard ahead,” she grumbled. ”What are you going to do about him? The stones in here are all fixed in mortar.”

She clearly needed more hobbies.



*I'm presuming at some point he'll hear her or she'll interfere and become visible at least to him. I mean to say that she doesn't know how to make herself visible to people yet, some people just naturally see her, so however that happens will be your game.

[Timmir]

Trelik felt a bit odd after he had thrown the stone. He didn't knew why, or how come. He just felt slightly unnerved for some reason. He shook his head to rid himself of this feeling as refocused his mind to the task ahead.

As he started to move through the castle, he heard something strange. It sounded like a whisper in the wind warning him about the guard ahead. He quickly glanced around, but couldn't see anyone whom the voice could of belonged to.

Neldral, did you say something to me? He asked as he sent his mind out to his dragon's.

No. Why? Is everything alright?

Yeah. I guess I'm just getting a little paranoid, that's all?[/i]

Trelik hugged the walls as he quickly snuck towards the side room were most of the trade stuff were kept, and away from the guard the voice was warning him about. Once he had reached the door, he looked behind him to make sure the coast was clear as he pulled out a set of lockpicks from within his cloak. With quick and practiced, he unlocked the door and quickly slipped inside, closing it behind him. Not a second later, a patroling guard walked right by the door, not noticing anything had gone amiss.

Trelik gave a sigh of relief as he heard the guards footsteps slowly fade in the distance. That was way to close for comfort.

((So when do you want Trelik to be able to see Rowanis?))

[Harbor]

Yes, it was decided: whoever this fellow was, he was a master sneaker. The guards barely had to blink and he was past them. Rowanis swept past them with a waved hand and an airy, ”As you were, gentlemen,” that neither of them would hear. She had to lift her skirts to her ankles and trot to keep up with her lurker after that. Following him was turning out to be a bit of fun, now that she thought about it. A bit tedious keeping his pace, but interesting trying to guess his lurking game, nonetheless. Of course, some of her warm feelings toward his interesting nature cooled when he very discourteously shut the now-unlocked door he’d eased through without giving her time to follow. She absolutely hated walking through solid objects. An overturned crate in her path was one thing. A solid stone wall or a solid oak door was entirely different. As she walked through, she could feel splinters of the wood clinging to her just as unsanded wood would catch spare threads in her glove. She rolled her shoulders with a shudder once inside, shaking off the sensation of having bare splinters dragged not only over her skin but over her bones.

The room they were in now appeared to Rowanis to be a small library. Crossing her arms, she informed the lurker, ”At least you have good taste.” Any man who made a hobby—or at least a habit—of reading was in her good books whether or not she actually liked the person. A proclivity for reading was the sign of not only an intelligent mind but an interesting one, and the gods knew that finding interesting things for Rowanis was by now about as straightforward as catching dry leaves snatched by the wind.

Rowanis moved to stand just over the lurker’s shoulder, watching intently to see what his clever hands would do next. ”I’m certain this is illegal,” she quietly informed him. ”But do carry on, let’s see what you can turn up.” She flinched when she heard something heavy topple in the next room over, automatically raising a shoulder in that direction as though to protect herself from it. And when the precariously stacked ledgers along the shaken wall quivered from the quake of the noise, then abruptly folded in and toppled over, without thinking she yelped and threw her arms over her head.

Rowanis hadn’t come to harm in forty years but living habits didn’t die as readily as breathing bodies did. As it was, as she stiffened her back and arms as though the ledgers and fluttering papers could touch her, they arched around her as though sliding off glass. Since he was right behind her, the lurker remained just as untouched. Seeing the oval of clear space at their feet, around which the papers had unerringly scattered, she lowered her arms. ”Damn.” That was an obvious giveaway.

{Does now work?}

[Timmir]

Yeah, now works perfectly fine for me. Also, the reason why I didn't have Trelik notice her in the first post is because I saw no reason why he would notice her. Afterall, she would just be another woman in the crowd for him. Then you went ahead and have him go right through her, which is what caused all my confusion. Just thought I try to explain that to you before I go ahead and begin writing my post.))

Well, Trelik was finally here in the record room. Now it was time to see if he could find the record he was looking for. With the room having no torches lit, however, it was hard for him to see what was inside. Good thing he had came prepared.

He pulled a small lantern from his backpack, along with a flint and tinder. With a quick smack of the flint and tinder, he lit a fire in the lantern, creating enough light for him to be able to see without raising to much suspicion. He then packed the flint and tinder away before he began looking at the records, trying to figure out where he should start.

A loud noise then caught his attention. He swiftly turned around to see what the source was. However, what he saw wasn't exactly what he expected. Right in front of him was a woman who seemed to have also heard the same noise. Before he could question her though, a bunch of precariously stacked ledgers fell from the wall on top of her. Or at least he expected them to, but instead they went right through her.

"Who are you? How did you get here?" He said in a forced whisper to the woman. While he had a good idea of what she could be from what he had just witnessed, he honestly hoped there was a better explanation.

((Edited because I'm an idiot for assuming something that didn't actual happen.))

[Harbor]

{Ah. Clearly we keep misunderstanding each other’s posts then. I will try to be more specific in mine.}

One of the first things Rowanis had learned was how to touch solid objects again, or at least influence them—as she didn’t always have to touch things to move them. It was easy enough to keep the ledgers off of her, straightforward, and there were many other things she had come to master as well. She continued to avoid ships though, and close proximity to open water. If she could walk through walls why wouldn’t she fall through the water? She wouldn’t drown, but the sensation of the water filling the empty space she couldn’t hold would be terrible, and she would have to walk along the bottom to get out. All in all it just sounded uncomfortable.

She had expected that her lurker would notice her presence, so to speak, but when he spoke to her she was taken entirely off guard. He was looking at her. Rowanis could stand in the middle of a market street and scream and not one person would hear her but this man saw her, and he wasn’t even a child! Or at least he didn’t look like one. She glanced over her shoulder to see if by some strange phenomenon perhaps another person had been unearthed from behind the fallen ledgers but there was no one there. ”Me?” Well, that wasn’t as directly answered a question as it used to be. ”Rowanis. You shut the door on me so I came through it." She had to resist shuddering at the mere mention of that sensation. "What are you doing here? If you’re caught you’re going to go to jail.” He had good reason to keep his voice down but she saw no reason why she should bother to do the same, and spoke with her usual volume. ”Why do you see me?” she wanted to know next, suspicious, even though as soon as she said it she realized he probably wouldn’t have the answer to that particular question. But she put her hands on her hips and scowled at him all the same, just in case he did.

[Timmir]

((*Facepalm* I wish you were more specific about the ledgers earlier. Now I feel like a complete idiot.))

The woman seemed shock that Trelik had seen her, though he didn't really know why. She wasn't exactly being stealthy, standing right there as she did. She even seemed to have checked to see if someone was behind her as though she thought she was invisible. Yet, that was apparently not the case now.

Trelik listen to the woman as she spoke, taken aback when the woman, who called herself Rowanis, mentioned the fact that she had walked through the door after he closed. Did that mean this woman was a mage then? If so, then maybe his previous theory about her believing she was invisible wasn't as far fetch as he originally thought it was. She then went on to ask why he was here, telling him that if the guards catch him, then he'll go to jail. Her final question, though, seemed to have gone further in supporting Trelik's theory. Yet the worse fact about all this was the fact that she didn't seem to have any care about alerting the guards to thier presence as she made no effort on trying to keep her voice down.

"You'll go to jail too if you don't keep your voice." He warned her, purposely not answering why he was in here.

"As for why I can see you. I don't know. Maybe what ever enchantment you had on you had worn out." He then said, taking several steps back away from whom he believed to be a mage. Right now, the last thing he wanted was a mage trying to apprehend him, and wanted to make sure that there was enough space between them that if she tried to make a move to capture him, he would be able easily escape.

[Harbor]

{"They arched around her as though sliding off glass." wasn't specific enough?}

To jail? Rowanis grinned, laughing. "Darling, I'm dead. Have been for forty years. They can't touch me any more than you could unless I wanted you to." She chuckled again, some of her shock wearing away underneath such a preposterous--though completely understandable--warning. Some children could touch her when she wanted them to, and when she was paying them the right attention most could see her. How else would she be able to play with her sister's grandchildren? Moving toy wagons about without them being able to see her had its amusements, but not being looked in the eye for forty years would have killed her outright long before this if she hadn't found the few people who could do it.

Rowanis tossed a loose curl--just as perfect as it had been decades ago--out of her face and regarded him with a devious amusement. His retreat was delightful in the sort of way that it made her want to follow him, regardless of the more proper response, which was to assuage his concerns. "Calm down, love, I'm not about to hurt you. And it's not an enchantment; or rather, it's not magic. I was never able to do magic." She busied herself tucking her silk shawl out of her way and crouching to begin gathering up the ledgers, as quietly as she could since the ledgers could still make noise. "I've been hanging around bored for the last eon, and only children have ever seen me, and those were mostly related to me." She gave him an appraising once-over. He had the sort of face and build that could pass for a wider age range than most people. Lucky him. Rowanis looked every bit of her twenty-six years. "You're an adult, aren't you?"

[Timmir]

((*Looks through the post* Ohh... What do you know, it is there. *facepalm* Sorry, I guess I completely missed that part. I really should stop making posts at 3 a.m. in the morning.))

Trelik tensed as he heard the woman said she was dead, and has been for 40 years old. Surely this must be some kind of jest. Yet the more she spoke, the more she seemed to want to convince Trelik that she was, in fact, a ghost. She even went on to say that only children related to her have ever seen her before, asking if Trelik was actual an adult.

"Last I checked, I am." He told her, still not fully trusting her story. Even though he has seen ghost before, that has been on a specific night where the barriers between death and life were weakened, with all the dead returning back from wince they came at the end of the event. Still, if her story was true, could she be a remnant from that day, or was she something else entirely?

"Do you honestly expect me to believe a story like that? If your really a ghost, then prove it." Trelik requested, still trying to keep a safe distance away from her. Ghost or not, it didn't mean she was any less dangerous.

[Harbor]

{No need to pick between sleep and posts. }

"Last I checked...." Rella suppressed the full width of an amused smile. "Good to know it doesn't have a habit of changing on you." Though she was tempted to ask just where he checked on his age.... But no, that would hardly be appropriate to ask a near stranger, would it? She continued gathering the fallen ledgers. Her lurker was certainly keeping his distance. She supposed he had a right to his suspicion, but being treated like she was dangerous or infectious was slightly wearing.

His next statement made her twist to stare at him. "Prove it?" She slowly stood, putting her fists on her hips. "And just how do you expect me to do that? Just about everything I could do you could probably find a way to attribute to magic. Here." She thrust out a stack of ledgers for him to take and turned back to the remnants of the collapsed stacks. She left the pile hanging in air, not expecting him to step close enough to take them from her. Her ability to lift and hold solid objects was limited, and as she considered different 'proofs' she could perform for him, she explained her predicament. "It's not as if magicians can't hold objects without touching them," she mused, crossing her arms to peruse the wall and the pigeonholed scrolls. The were beautifully old, some of the scrolls. Gorgeous in their infirmity. "If I get distracted I lose the control fairly easily since I rarely practice holding or manipulating anything heavier than the occasional toys. Hm." With a fingertip she tugged down the frowning lip of one of the older coils of paper, inspected the fading ink, and moved on. "I don't know how much of what I am naturally affects people." She faced him briefly. "Did you notice anything when you walked through me before? Sorry, when you threw the rock. Oh!" She knew of something. Her least favorite thing. "Does this count?" She backed through the wall from which the tumbling vibrations had emanated, winced at the indecent sight and overturned bookshelf that awaited her, and came back through a few feet away from where she'd come, shuddering to shake off the sensation of the ancient paper brushing through her rather than over, as it might have if she were living.

[Timmir]

((Sorry for the long delay))

While Trelik hated to admit it, she did bring up a good point when she mentioned that everything she could possibly do to prove what she said was true could easily be explain by magic of sometype. He watched as she thrusted a stack of ledgers towards him and left them hanging in midair before continuing to complain that that is something that mages could do. She continued to walk around, interacting with some of scrolls in the room as she talked. Then when she asked if he noticed anything when he threw the rock earlier, she seemed to have an idea on how to prove to him that she was in fact a ghost. She followed this up by walking through the wall before walking back through a few feet away.

"Well seeing how your not on your knees dying from exhaustion, nor are there any voices of concern following you, I guess it does count." Trelik said in hush tone as he crossed his arms around his waist. He wasn't one hundred-percent sure that she was, in fact, a ghost, but if she wasn't, then she was one of the youngest and most powerful mages he has ever seen. And that was saying a lot. Besides there was something more important he had to worry about.

"So... What exactly is a ghost doing here in this castle?" He asked as he pulled a couple of scrolls from the nearby shelf and began looking through them, glancing at the ghost from time to time as he did so. He needed to find what he was looking for as quickly as possible, and hoped that if he could distract her as he looked, she wouldn't do anything that would end up getting him in trouble.

[Harbor]

Dying from exhaustion." Rowanis couldn't help it--she laughed. "Been there, done that," she said with an airy wave of her hand. He wasn't being at all helpful so she took back the stack of ledgers she'd held out for him and tucked them where they looked slightly less disturbed than they had when they were tossed all over the floor. Perhaps they should have left them on the floor though. She had no idea how they were supposed to be organized, and now that she was putting them back wrong someone was sure to notice that people had been in here. Whether or not they thought said people were supposed to be there was another matter, and while she was always curious to see the results of the things she did, since the outcome didn't affect her she didn't care quite as much as with other interferences.

The lurker apparently then thought he might as well make himself useful, though why he felt the need to go pawing through the scrolls was beyond her. What could he possibly need from them? It was boring stuff, she didn't even need to read past title lines to know that. "I was bored," she sighed. "I saw you creeping about outside and thought I'd see what you were up to. You have no idea how terribly droll it is not being able to interact with people. My sister's grandchildren see me, but aside from them all I really have to do is wander." She did harmlessly tease people on occasion, or give them a hand here or there, depending on what kind of person she observed them to be, but that had only a limited satisfaction to it. People never said thank you, they just bobbed about and looked nervous. As if having someone fold up the flower bag after you was such a terrifying phenomenon. "How about you, Master Lurker? You look like you've crept around like this before."

{No worries.}

[Timmir]

"Well, I guess you can say that I have quite a bit of experience in this field." Trelik answered as he continue to look through the scrolls, "Though I feel like I've become quite rusty at it recently. I always seem to somehow draw attention to myself when I don't want to. Especially when magical beings are involved."

After he said that, he found a scroll with the info he was looking for. He quickly rolled it back up, and placed it into his bag. "Well, it's been nice meeting you ghost, but I've found what I'm looking for. So, if you don't mind, I like to get out of here before any of the guards a little too curious." He said to Rowanis as he snuffed the lanturn's light out, hooking back to his pack, and began heading towards the door.

[Harbor]

[No worries.]

"Oh really? Then you're either a thief or a convict, aren't you?" There were few honorable reasons for one to become adept at sneaking about, causing diversions and creeping into locked places. He didn't look like a criminal, in fact he was rather handsome, she observed with a small smile. But since when did physical appearance prove one's innocence or evil? Rowanis had considered herself decently beautiful when she was alive, but now that she was invisible that didn't change who she was. It may have changed how she acted, but the basic moral premise remained the same.

"I'm not magical," she disagreed, "I'm phenomenal. That is to say I am an occurrence of an uncommon phenomenon, not I am wonderful, though I do have my days...." What was he on about now? He was going to damage that scroll if he didn't tuck it away more neatly. But then again why was he tucking it away at all? "Rowanis," she corrected absently, preoccupied with his sudden change of objective, whatever the first one may have been. Through sudden darkness he headed for the door, and out of instinct Rowanis stepped to stand before it, arms crossed. The lock audibly shifted into the latch. "Why are you stealing and what are you stealing? They'll hang you if you're caught." And if he wanted to give the door a yank or undo the lock he would have to reach through her midriff to do it. Nobody but the children had reached out to her intentionally since she'd died, and she admitted that she missed the acknowledgment that she occupied physical space, even if the space she occupied wasn't properly physical. What she planned to do if she didn't like his answers she still didn't know, but stealing did still sound like a crime, regardless of any explanation.

[Timmir]

((You know, the more I think about it, I have no idea why I had him take the scroll in the first place. It seemed to be pretty pointless to me. -_-))

"Or a spy, or an assassin, or just someone who prefers to go unnoticed during a time of war." Trelik said, adding onto Rowanis' list of what he could be. He then continued to listen to her as she stated that she wasn't magical, but instead described herself as being something more phenomenal. Trelik though, had a different matter entirely, but decided to keep it to himself seeing how now wasn't the time to argue about such things. At very least, he learned the ghost's name.

As he went to leave, he found himself being intercepted by the ghost as she also locked the door. She then went on to ask him what exactly he was stealing, adding that he would be hang if he was caught. "Trust me, they would do worst then that if they ever caught me." He told her as he reached into his pack and pulled out the scroll, "If you must know, it's a merchant's manuscript made to keep a detailed record of the trades the merchants of this town make in order to make sure they don't skip out on their taxes. Though seeing how I already got what I needed from it, I guess I don't really need it anymore." With that, he put it back on the shelf.

"Now could you please get out of my way." He said to her, not wanting to force her out of the way, and not yet fully realizing that he could probably just go right through her.

[Harbor]

Her eyes widened fractionally. ”An assassin?” Not that she had anything to fear from that particular occupation, or any, but that didn’t stop her leftover life habits from making her eye him suspiciously. ”And which of these many illustrious occupations do you contribute to?” she wanted to know, wary now. ”And to what war?” She didn’t know of any war. Then again she didn’t read the papers anymore either, or much listen to gossip. What was it to her?

Her lurker did not appear concerned by her assessment of his likely punishment. For the first time though his response gave her genuine concern, very near to fear. Rowanis wasn’t one to often condone or fully appreciate the benefits of violence, and his casual suggestion that lawmakers would happily heap it upon him was unsettling. ”Why would they do such a thing? And since he’d gone on to answer other questions, ”May I ask why you need the information? What is it for?”

When he asked her to move—more politely than her own behavior had warranted, too—her first desire was to do as he asked. But she was so intensely curious, and so deadeningly bored, and so desperate not to see a true conversant off just yet that her desire to keep him just a little longer threw her desire to acquiesce into deep shadow. She uncrossed her arms, so as to seem less demanding, and asked hopefully, ”Please will you explain it to me?” She didn’t feel the need to tell him yet that if his was a cause she could believe in, she’d help him finish it. He seemed like the sort of fellow who was smart enough to tell her what she wanted to hear to get his job done, and she didn’t want to have to bother with his intelligence just yet.

[Love, do feel free to only post when you’re well-rested. ]

[Timmir]

Trelik wasn't surprised when she asked him which of the careers he had just mentioned that he belonged to. After all, it was natural to be curious about someone who had just snuck into the Duke's castle without anyone else noticing. He didn't plan on answering that question though, seeing how telling her that he was a thief would be a very stupid thing to do. Her second question did catch him off guard. He thought the answer was pretty obvious, unless there was another war going on that he didn't know about (which he highly doubted). So, did she honestly not know about the war between the Varden and the Empire, or did she just have a horrible sense of humor.

She pestered him with more questions, making it obvious that she wasn't going to allow him to go anywhere until he sated her curiosity. Trelik didn't really like the look of this seeing how not only could a guard walk on them at any minute, but she was also now asking him for sensitive information that he didn't want anyone else to know about. For a quick second, he thought about forcing his way out, but knew that it would end up bringing a lot of unwanted attention on him. This really left him with one begrudging choice until he could think of a clever way out of this mess.

"Look, I have done a lot of things in my past, a lot of which the Empire didn't look to kindly on. However, recent events have now caused me to be viewed much more as a prized pawn by both the Varden and the Empire, then just the minor nuisance that I was before. So I'm hoping that I'll be able to befriend someone who'll be able to help me to keep my independence. And in order to make a good first impression, I'm seeking a suitable gift for him." Trelik explained, trying to be as vague as possible seeing how he really didn't want to go into details right. Especially seeing how if anybody else learns what exactly he's trying to do, they'll try to beat him to the punch.

[Harbor]

He didnt look particularly pleased with her curiosity. Oh well, most people weren't. Curiosity was a rather annoying and interfering thing, wasn't it? But if she liked his answers she might be persuaded to help him in his nebulous, shadowy venture, since she was about bored enough to look at the ludicrousness of it as a sanctuary. Rowanis had not often succumbed to such fluffy things as being ludicrous in her life, but these days such endeavors sounded more and more appealing. This could be even more fun than putting folds back in the rug after the crotchety maid had just evened it all out.

So after listening intently and patiently to his still vague explanation, though it was just informative enough to answer her queries, she straightened. "Fair enough." Even though she hated the feeling of reaching through solid things, when she turned her back to him she leaned through the door, one hand open behind her to tell him to wait. As soon as the ambling guard outside had wandered out of sight of the door she unlocked it and stepped out of his way. "Is there anything I can do to help? I know it's terribly immature of me but I am so bored these years and I'd love to be of use. You don't sound or look like someone I wouldn't like in my lifetime so I might as well. Are you a two-faced spy then? If you are isn't that a bit dangerous? I don't know why I'm worried, it's not as if what happens to you will physically harm me, but you can be harmed and you seem so intelligent, I'd hate for that to happen." All of this said in earnest. Unrelentingly, she had revoked her opinions of his truancy in favor of seeing him as some sort of quiet vigilante, though not so much as he punished criminals as he worked through the seedy world of lies and information in the attempt to prevent further crime, however that crime may be interpreted. It seemed a very worthy endeavor.

{Sorry for the wait, I have a long-expected and long-term guest vacationing with me.}

[Timmir]

((Sorry for the extremely long delay Harbor.))

Trelik silently watched the ghost as she stepped out of his way and he heard the click of the lock unlocking. She then went on to ask if she could be of any help to him, catching Trelik a bit off guard. Why would she want to help him? She barely knew him, and there was still a good chance this could prove to be some elaborate trap. So could he trust her?

"Look, if you want to help me, then keep an eye out for the guards." He told her as approached the door. With one hand on the doornob, he placed his ear against the door, listening for any closeby footsteps. Once he was sure that the coast was clear, he slipped out of the door, leaving it open just long enough for Rowanis to leave the room too.

((So I'm thinking about making this escape a bit more exciting then what our characters have hoped for. *evil chuckle*))