Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200402214922

Once he was sure nobody was in the room, Dorian slunk to the balcony, taking care that his silhouette couldn't be seen. His eyes narrow.

Damn.

Backing into the room, he goes over his options. What does a man who thinks highly of himself do if he has the option? Stoke his legacy.

Dorian steps into the center of the room, skirting the center. He drops to the floor, his head sideways, eyes level with the vast rug, and narrows his eyes again. What he is looking for comes into focus.

Yes...there it is.

The pile of the rug shows a distinct pattern of wear. Invisible from above, it is only apparent up close. A trail, leading from the desk chair to the bookshelf.

He rises and immediately steps to the shelf, looking at the books. It would have to be here...

He pauses, then chuckles to himself. Of course. The bastard would think himself better than everyone else. Dorian grabs the shelf ladder and pulls it to the spot. He climbs to the top shelf, and looks, his eyes falling on a particularly large, weighty tome.

CONQUEST AND RIGHT OF RULE

Dorian slides the book out, almost yanking it from the shelf. Hollow...how appropriate. He flips it open and, taking the documents and ledger inside, slides the false book back into place. He slides down the ladder, shoving it back in its place, takes his wire from the keyhole to remove evidence, and bolts for the balcony.

...But he doesn't leap over. He wants to gather as much information as he can. One never knows when it might come in handy.

He hops atop the balustrade and moves to the wall. Sidling over, he is completely in the dark, but he has reasonable proximity to the room. He listens intently for whatever conversation he can glean.