Almost a full hour had passed when, at last, she rounded the final corner and was completely out of sight. Even so, she carefully picked her way through the ceiling for another hundred hooves, not wanting to make any noise or leave any hoofprints. That ate up another half-hour before she was at last free to go about the Rookery as a proper inhabitant, instead of a thief. But before that, while still clinging to the ceiling, Ebonshield first removed all of her tools of thievery. The camouflaged clothing, the hoof-pads, the wing-silencers. 