Devia curtsied her goodbye to Javert and continues her playful pace down the hall until she got to the stairs. She was unsure on who she was sent to kill. "Hmm scottish and stocky." Her eyes scanned what was below her down the stairs. "Hey Scottish one, show yourself." Devia thought this might make it easier since scottish folk had so much pride in being scottish.<br/><br/>Devia began down the stairs, her pace more together and noble. "I said scottish man come to the stairs you are needed." Her voice was demanding and impatient.<br/><br/>She watched a man duck off under the stairs."OO how fun a chase." Devia followed the man with the intensity of a tiger stalking its prey. The man looked back a few times to see nothing but shadows. He stopped and turned completely only to feel a tap on his shoulder. Devia greeted him with a curtsey and a devilish smile, "your going to die now." Just as quick as the words left her mouth her teeth her deep in his chest.<br/><br/>After she had gotten her fill, Devia thrusted her dagger into the side of his throat and slid it along from ear to ear. She walked away back the same way she came. She was curious of what the man upstairs was talking of. This time she did not take the stairs. She was unsure if Javert would let her eavesdrop so she took one of the many secret passages she found. She was still young so her curiosity was still strong. This particular passage actually brought her to above the mistresses desk. There wasnt many passages that actually went above rooms but they were Devias favorite.<br/><br/>Devia settled in taking care not to make any noise although she was sure Serene would sense her.