Getting inside the castle itself was abit difficult, up until the point Azreal had knocked out a guard and stolen his plate armor, but more importantly, his helmet to hide his face while he made his way across the ground.  Then by the time he got to the castle, he shed the armor and made his way up to the rafters by scaling up a thick tapestry andto look down.  â€œWhere are you, your lordship.â€ He questioned himself as he slipped from one rafter beam to the next without a sound, making sure to move along with the shadows on the floor below.<br/><br/>He knew about the ball going on, it seemed this man liked his parties quite abit, which made his job all the easier. With so many guests, it would be a simple matter to just blend into the crowd should he need to made a get away without actually getting away, and if that didnâ€™t work he knew of another path that lead out of the castle that was for the kingâ€™s personal use if needed, though it couldnâ€™t be opened from the outside.<br/><br/>His thoughts were broken aside though as he heard a couple girls laughing at something, and looked down to see his target just below him. â€œPoor girls,â€ he muttered, knowing that if he had to they would die right along with the man.<br/><br/>Still, for now he just slipped from one beam to the next until the man had gone into his chambers. Then, looking up higher, Azreal saw a slit in the wall that was clearly for venting the room.  For Azreal though, it was a way to his target. Climbing up from one beam to the next without a sound below him,  he slipped into the slit and crawled through to stand on a beam in the next room as he saw the man laying on the bed, fondling with the girls.<br/><br/>He was tempted to end this now, but knew if he waited for the right moment he could spare the girls their life, though no so much their diginity.