- Pronoun
- they or she
Laura glanced at Odette to her side. "Kinda. Mhynt found a hidden space on this floor yesterday, and the guests have been gossipping about it containing treasure or secrets or whatever. Pretty sure that's what Las Picaras are after..."
As they arrived at the painting, Grafaiai Vago examined it with all their senses – peering, sniffing, touching the frame with their berry-stained fingers, even pressing an ear to it and tapping it carefully – before knocking firmly in a specific spot, neatly pressing on a lower corner with one foot, and sending the hidden door behind it sliding open.
"We're in," they whispered smugly, hitching their hood up around their face.
The hidden room had more decorations, a simple desk with stationery, some chairs, a shelf of books and ornaments. Even a wine bottle and glass. But it did not appear to have anything deeply incriminating...
Vago moved inside and pointed towards a metal-reinforced door on the other side of the room. It wasn't locked with a key, it seemed, but with a combination lock such as you might find on a steel safe.
"Gonna crack it," said the Grafaiai, with confidence. "Buy me time."
Behind the group, Hob & Nero and Felin arrived to bring up the rear... followed by angry security guards. Outstanding infiltration work.
Laura's paws tensed up, digging her claws into her palms. What had they gotten themselves into??
As they arrived at the painting, Grafaiai Vago examined it with all their senses – peering, sniffing, touching the frame with their berry-stained fingers, even pressing an ear to it and tapping it carefully – before knocking firmly in a specific spot, neatly pressing on a lower corner with one foot, and sending the hidden door behind it sliding open.
"We're in," they whispered smugly, hitching their hood up around their face.
The hidden room had more decorations, a simple desk with stationery, some chairs, a shelf of books and ornaments. Even a wine bottle and glass. But it did not appear to have anything deeply incriminating...
Vago moved inside and pointed towards a metal-reinforced door on the other side of the room. It wasn't locked with a key, it seemed, but with a combination lock such as you might find on a steel safe.
"Gonna crack it," said the Grafaiai, with confidence. "Buy me time."
Behind the group, Hob & Nero and Felin arrived to bring up the rear... followed by angry security guards. Outstanding infiltration work.
Laura's paws tensed up, digging her claws into her palms. What had they gotten themselves into??