As soon as the door opened, Esperanza covered her nose. In small amounts, garlic smelled lovely, enhancing most dishes it was in. In this case, it reeked, overpowering the cramped room and even the stale alcohol.<br/><br/>Whatever commotion consumed downstairs broke into a fever pitch, screams and thuds and the clinking of coins. Whatever was happening down had gone bad, and Experanza had no desire to be a part of it. She closed the door tight behind them, gripping the handle to prevent it was making a sound, and then locking it behind them. Whatever the case, they wouldn't be easily caught in Ishmark's room, not before they got some answers they sought.<br/><br/>The only thing of note appeared to be the chest, and Katya mouthed the words that was on her mind as well.<br/><br/>Key. Where would he keep a key? Not in a drawer, surely, where it could be discovered while he were out of the room. She checked, just to be sure, shuffling about his possessions, but they held nothing of value to her or Katya. No, likely a man as paranoid as Ishmark kept that object securely on his person. With a sigh, Esperanza approached thh bed.<br/><br/>Upon the cover, Ishmark snoozed, the staggered snort of his snores loud in the confines of the room. Deeply asleep, right?  Inching closer, Esperanza held her breath, hoping to approach unnoticed, and to avoid inhaling his stench, but froze as he murmured sleepy words. "Shouldn't be here... ruin everything..." Again, she shifted closer, brushing her fingers over his jacket. Nothing in the breast pocket, and only coins in the front pouch. He lay on the other, and but Esperanza refeused to be deterred, squeezing her fingers under the heft of his gut to feel in his pocket.<br/><br/>Something hard rested in there, somethign she couldn't quite reach. More of her hand slid between his body and the bed blindly groping for the firm items hidden within. She grew bolder, kneeling now on the mattress, but his worked against her, shifting him closer to her. She pushed against the object, hoping to slid it out of his pocket, if she couldn't get her fingers in, but stiffened as he gripped her arm in a steel vice.  "Shouldn't be here!" he cried out again, meaty digits digging into her flesh, but he did not wake. Instead he rolled over, adjusting her arms to use as a pillow.<br/><br/>Once the triphammer pulse of her heart calmed down, Esperanza tried again, sliding her fingers into the new exposed pocket on his left side. She curled a fist around the now warmed metal object and eased it out of his pocket. A tattered, old key caught the low light of the room, orange and yellow dancing on it's reflective surface. This had to be what they wanted, wasn't it? She held it up for Katya. "Shall we?"<br/><br/>Giving her but a moment to respond, Esperanza dropped to her knees and pushed the key into the lock. They'd come this far already, she wasn't about to stop now.