Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200401050228

Dorian listened as the guard warbled his tune. He knew that he would have to silence the man, lest he attract attention.

Dorian checked the door; it swung inward. Good. He pulls out a small glass vial and, uncorking it, puts a few drops of oil on each of the three hinges. When he opens it, the huge slab swings in silently.

The guard isn't much trouble. He hardly seems surprised when Dorian chokes him, and he goes down easily. The man is dragged to the dark room, bound, and then lain behind a wide lounge seat where he snores almost contentedly.

Dorian prowls the hallway, his footsteps silent. At the first lantern he ties a thread to its top loop, running it down to a doorknob, where he loops it there and ties the free end to a doorknob opposite. The thread that spans the passage is invisible, and anyone who trips it will lift the lantern off its hook, causing it to crash to the floor and start a fire. That would create enough of a distraction where he could move with impunity and, if need be, escape easily.

The other two lanterns are snuffed, their wicks taken out, so as to be unusable.

His work quickly done, he moves to the end of the hallway, towards the most prominent door.