Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200331235439

Dorian got a great deal of satisfaction knowing that the commander felt he needed such heavy guard. It only furthered his anticipation of the act itself, rather than the goal. As such he took his time, very carefully prowling the countryside as he observed the household. He took notice of everything; the patterns of the guards' patrols, where they were stationed,the directions they faced.

He looked at the location of every window, and observed what movement behind them he could see. He took note of every lantern on the walls, and every bush around the grounds.

His greatest points of interest lay in the windows' décor---he knew that a larger window with nicer drapes meant the presence of women. In conjunction with those, he carefully observed the rear and garden entries. He had a very good idea of what kind of servants the house would have, and he wanted to know at what times they came and went.

He did this for the entirety of the day. He was patient, he was still. When he moved, it was only from one location to another, and his movements were catlike. Buckles, pommels and all bits that had the potential to rattle were stifled. His weapons were tucked in his sash and in his coat, where no buckles were needed.

At last, when the daylight faded and the lamps were lit, he positioned himself. He had spotted what he estimated to be the window that was most likely the commander's study---the balcony offered a clear view of the town. Most military men enjoyed watching over the cities they believed they guarded.

Crouching, Dorian moved silently to the iron fence. A large bush grew through it, and it was into this that he eased, gently feeling his way forward, until he felt the bars in front of him.