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Dorian smiles under his mask. This was far too good of an opportunity to let go to waste.

He takes the ledger from his pocket and wraps it in a waxed linen bag he normally used for filched valuables. It would be dry in there. He tucks it in a niche at the corner of the balustrade and waits for the right time to show himself. A minute passes.

Then, a flash of lightning. He swings back onto the balcony and steps forward slowly. His voice is clear.

"There will be no need for that, gentlemen."

A peal of thunder.

Dorian can't help but grin at his own theater. He keeps his hand rested on his sword as he speaks, keeping within leaping distance of the balustrade rail should things go wrong. With his free hand he gestures politely towards Dean.

"Don't blame your footmen, commander. They have done well, considering their assignment, poor chaps.  Now, call them off, so that we may speak for a moment."

His tone is congenial, as if he were asking an old friend to lunch.