Katya smiled, nodding her head slowly as Esperanza agreed to her plan of breaking into the drunk man's room. The other girl certainly rose a few points in her esteem for joining her on this little venture. She was willing to bend the rules to get to answers as well and Katya could respect that. Perhaps they had more in common than she thought. As they moved into the hall Esperanza automatically took watch at the top of the stairs, allowing for Katya to kneel at the door of the adjacent room. Compared to other things she had done, this was peanuts. But they were in Barovia now, and she was starting to realise anything could happen.<br/><br/>Something was going on downstairs, that was clear from sounds of commotions drifting up the stairs. It certainly hadn't been like that when they had left them. If she wasn't picking a lock, she would have joined Esperanza to take a look. She had other priorities right now though. Whatever it was, it meant no one was too worried about what was going on upstairs. She would have to trust that Esperanza was a decent lookout and would tell her anything she needed to know. The prospect of breaking in gave Katya a focus like nothing else ever had. In no time at all she heard that familiar little snick and felt the lock give under her hairpin. Even though it had been a simple lock, it was still a little rush to have a door open to her that would've otherwise remained closed. Triumphant she looked at Esperanza, nodding to indicate they were in. Slowly she opened the door, careful to keep it from creaking or any other inside. A strong, pungent aroma met them as soon as they were in the door opening. Something sharp and spicy, Garlic? Katya raised her eyebrows, there hadn't been this much garlic in the food they'd gotten. She would've smelled it then. A man with a special diet?<br/><br/>Gently she stepped inside, her eyes on the drunk's snoring form. She moved without a sound and it seemed, he was too far gone to notice them anyway. Relaxing just a fraction, she looked around the room. It was clear from the room, this man had been used to other people tidying up around him. Confirming her earlier observation that he was rich, rich enough for this kind of finery and servants. So what was he doing in this dump of a place, drinking himself into the stupor? The locals seemed to be used to him. Down on his luck? Whatever it was, he was in a charming position. Dead to the world and drooling. And she'd found the source of the garlic smell, it was a peculiar choice for decoration though. She thought back to the Burgomaster's letter and the vampyr it mentioned. Was this part of the local superstition?<br/><br/>Now where would he be hiding  his interesting things. This time she was looking for letters or something like a diary, rather than the more usual valuables. So far all she'd seen was clothes, garlic and, mostly empty, bottles of wine. With one long heave their target rolled over and Katya froze for a second, lifting her hand to indicate the same to Esperanza. She waited until his breathing resumed its rhythm before her hand lowered again. Slowly she crouched down by the bed. Glancing up at Esperanza, she pointed at the metal container under the bed. It was the most promising thing in this entire room.<br/><br/>"You'll ruin everything." The drunk murmured and Katya smirked. If he hadn't hit rockbottom yet, he surely wasn't far from it right now. Couldn't be much left to ruin.<br/><br/>With one hand she lifted the covers to get a better look at this container. Slowly, she slid it out from under the bed. This thing looked like it could take a beating. Sturdy box like that would probably be locked. Raising her head she looked around. Her eyes met Esperanza's and she mouthed the word "key?".