As Garret finished his upward ascent and set foot past the top of the staircase, the floorboard beneath him made a rather audible<span style="font-style: italic">creak.</span>He stopped dead in his tracks, a slight frown crossing his lips.<span style="font-style: italic">That was a little bit </span>too<span style="font-style: italic"> much noise,</span>he thought, removing his foot from the board and back onto the staircase. In the next few moments, a plethora of possibilities made their way through his mind; Did anyone hear that? If they did, would they assume something was wrong and come to investigate? If there was only one inhabitant, chances are they would be alerted.. But surely this mansion was large enough that more than one person had to reside here. His thoughts finally settled there, content that things were still within his control, but also determined to be more careful for the rest of his endeavor.<br/><br/>After a nod of confirmation to his own thoughts, Garret continued his forward march, skipping over the floorboard that had groaned so much at his passage. The rest of the boards weren't<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>as noisy, and with extra caution in his steps, the noise was thoroughly mitigated. Satisfied with this outcome, the frown on his face disappeared and was replaced again by his trademark grin as he passed through various corridors and hallways, his eyes constantly shifting and looking for any sign of valuables or movement.<br/><br/>There wasn't nearly as much just sitting around in the open on this upper floor as there was on the lower, and after five minutes of creeping around, he had almost nothing to show for it. Not to be deterred, however, Garret realized this just meant the things of value must be kept in the various rooms he had seen. Doubling back on the path he came, he soon found himself in front of a door, rather more ornate looking than most of the others.<span style="font-style: italic">Good a place to start as any,</span>he decided with a grin. As slowly as possible, to prevent the noise from a potentially old door, he twisted the doorknob and attempted to push it open.<br/><br/>It was with disappointment that he realized the door was, in fact, locked, as it refused to yield, only jiggling slightly in its place instead. A slight sigh left him as he considered his options; this door, by its design, seemed more like a master bedroom of sorts. There were plenty of other doors, though..<span style="font-style: italic">Might as well see if they have anything to give.</span>With renewed determination, he set off through the halls once again, and it wasn't long until he came upon another door. Repeating the process from last time, he gently set his hand upon the knob and twisted; to his surprise, this time, it opened. The smile on his face grew wider as he slowly pushed forward, revealing a dark bedroom on the other side. The limited light pouring in from the window was just enough to illuminate the room, particularly the bed and the sleeping figure of a woman on top of it. Garret's brow raised and his smile turned into a smirk as he quietly stepped inside.<span style="font-style: italic">Stealing from someone's room while they're sleeping? This oughta be fun,</span>he mused, making his way to the opposite end of the room and beginning the search.