“Knoweldge is power, and librariers are fairly easy to breack into.” Galis said, “Not to mention ussaly have somewhere comfortable to take a nap.”
“And you never got caught?” Ralfon asked.
“Not once, never been cuaght, had a few calls that were closer then I’d like.” Galis admitted, “But no has succesfully kept their hands on this thief.” He added with pride watching the walls carefully, looking for the black and gold door.
“Any idea what will happen if we step though the front door?” Galis asked, “you gotta know more about this magic nonsense then me.”
“Nothing unless there is someone waiting for us, the grounds are safe until you touch the fence. The gargoyle’s are mostly for keeping things in, not out.”
Galis sighed, it just kept getting better, " Tell me you’ve got some ablity to climb."
“I’ve climbed the odd tree I guess.” Ralfon answered, “sorry.”
Galis supprseed anaother sigh, this was quite possibly the worst job he’d ever pulled, down right unproffesional, boardering on suicideal. Suicide by stupidity, what a wonderfull eptaiph that would make. Selken meowed encourgeinly. “We’ll get out of this yet.” Galis said looking at the simple brown door. “Screw the front door.” He muttered, going inside, the beds were still empty, but his dirty footprint was gone from the nightstand. He shouldn’t have let that stick around. Not that it would have mattered, bt it was yet another instance of a lack of proffesinallism.
He pulled hte window open the rest of hte way, looked down, to the side, and up for good measure. Nothing but the gargoyles sitting on the fence posts. “Out we go.” He muttered climbing ontop of the wide dresser.
“You can’t go out that way, the grass it’s bad.” The small boy from before said suddenly appearing in the doorway.
“We need to get out.” Ralfon said.
“You do, but not this way, you need the real door. You have a key, use the door. Or the grass, it’ll get you.”
Galis looked at the grass, it was lean and lush, it’d been fine to walk on on the way in.
“Please, please please please please please please.” the boy said, againg and again, his voice sounding so much more like a small childs as he pleaded. “Don’t go on the grass.”
“Alright.” Galis aggreed, not sure why it was so important, but the boy hadn’t led him wrong before, and it seemed to be the only thing that wasn’t trying to kill or confuse him. “CAn you take us to the front door.”
the boy shook his head vehemently, "Can’t, can’t go out, not allowed out, not allowed. " His face went slack, then impassive. “Just don’t walk on the grass.” He added in the same even calm tone.
“Were not going on the grass, alright.” Galis said, stepping down from the dresser, “Calm down.”
“You should go crow.”
“I know.” Galis said, “Who were you?” Galis asked the boy.
“Just soemone that dind’t want to be no one, nothing. Didn’t want to go downstairs.” the boy answered.
Galis nodded, it didn’treally make sense, not really, but somehow it did. He didn’t blame anyone for not wanting to go downstairs in this place.
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