Lilith graciously accepted the invitation to join the Captain at his side. She likely would have hastened to his elbow even if he did not invite her - the man was swaying like a shabby lean-to in the wind, the likes of which would yield to a stiffer breeze. “Private places.” She reaffirmed as the two headed towards the second story.<br/><br/>The journey up the staircase proved interesting. An experience in and of itself. The man, of course, was far too drunk to be aware of much anything, but Lilith found herself squeezed between the wall and his broad shoulders, struggling to support the man was apt to stumble and fall to his death, putting a premature halt to her heist. With one arm supporting him by the elbow and the other wrapped around his midsection, the drow proved to have strength enough to keep the man upright. More strength that might be expected judging by her lithe build.<br/><br/>Thankfully the staircase had only one flight of steps with a single landing, and they reached the second floor without incident. The woman let her charge navigate them down the hallway until he stopped in front a door she suspected was his and good-naturedly slapped his guard on a cheek. The smack sounded impressive in the quiet hallway and the drow could have sword she saw the boy wince. For her part, the minx used her companion as a body shield and kept Jaden between the youth and herself so that the young lad at the door could see as little of her as possible. After stepping aside to grant them access to the Commander’s room, the boy hastened downstairs and disappeared within the crowd, joining his brethren. Lilith joined the Commander in his quarters. She closed the door behind them and, if the door had a latch, would put it to good use in ensuring they would be uninterrupted.<br/><br/>The room that they found themselves in was surprisingly plain. Lilith peered around it curiously. Where was the private bath, drawn up and piping hot for the Commander’s pleasure? Where was the fine wine and a platter of cheese, expertly chosen and set aside for the Commander to enjoy in his spare time, accompanied by a bouquet of some hastily picked flowers? These were nowhere to be found. The room was stark, if neat, and gave the drow some thoughts to ponder. Perhaps he was not staying at the inn for long or did not particularly care for finery. No matter, she had him exactly where she wanted – alone and behind closed doors.<br/><br/>The woman could not help but grin as her companion fumbled at the clasps which held his armor securely in place. It was almost cute. With a sigh of relief that everything seemed to be going exactly how she envisioned it, Lilith crossed the room and stood before the drunken man. “Shhhhh…” She tried to soothe him, her gloved hands taking hold of his gently and guided them apart to give her easier access to the buckles. “Allow me.” And, if allowed, she would solve all his problem – the leather straps were no match for her clever fingers and even while wearing glove she had his armor unfastened before he could count to ten. Not that he likely would be able to even if he tried, the drow suspected he would get to four and then start all over again. His studded leather was not the only thing she relieved him of however and the woman also took the liberty of sliding that coin pouch out as well as his sword. She was just making sure that they would not get in the way, surely.<br/><br/>After relieving the man of his possessions, she leaned in close and placed one palm over his chest. With one final smirk she pushed against his torso to have him fall back and spread out on the bed completely. “Close your eyes.” She crooned. “And wait. I need to… get ready.”<br/><br/>The well kempt, black leather was carefully folded and placed below the windowsill along with the coin purse as quietly as the heavy gold within would allow her to. The sheathed weapon was leaned against the wall. And now, all she had to do was wait. The room was blessedly quiet as they were likely the only people on the second floor. The rest of his men were down below, drinking ale and being merry. It was still much too early to call it a night for those who had no companions to spend it with. The drow listened carefully for Jaden’s breathing to slow and deepen, a clear indication that the realm of sleep had claimed him. And if she knew anything about alcohol its that once asleep, not even a bear would likely rouse him, not after the unhealthy quantity of whiskey he had just chugged. In the meantime, she slid the window open and peered down below. There was a small strip of roof directly outside the window frame, some two or three rows of clay shingles neatly stacked adjacent to one another. Beyond that was a venerable, large oak whose limbs spread far enough for her to reach if she timed the jump properly. To top it all off the window faced the back of the inn where it was dark and desolate. Oh yes, luck was on her side tonight.<br/><br/>Eventually the Commander would be breathing deeply, possibly even snoring. “… Jaden?” She asked quietly. If he provided no reply the woman would give a toothy grin. “Like taking candy from a baby. Sweet dreams, Commander of the Black Lions.”<br/><br/>After carefully packing up the studded armor, the fanciful sword and the gold, she was off. Like a shadow the drow nimbly positioned herself on the window ledge, hopped over to the oak, made her way down its drunk and disappeared into the night.