Zayn was never one for infiltration and subterfuge, but he still knew enough to avoid approaching the front gates of the castle with forced entry in mind. Although the town’s guards had abandoned their posts at the city walls, royal guards were slightly more competent, and would likely be stationed even in threat of the plague. He didn’t want to have to subdue the harmless soldiers, so Zayn circled around the structure, locating a remote section of the building. A quick upwards glance revealed a promising entry point – a low balcony, jutting from the side of the walls.<br/><br/>Of course, ‘low’ was a relative term. The balcony sat over two stories high: an addition the architects likely thought safe from intrusion. A miscalculation. Zayn backed up a little, then sprung forward, kicking off from the ground with both his feet and leaping into the air. The strength produced from his legs was multiplied many times over by a different, more powerful force, allowing him to easily make the jump. He landed softly on the edge of the surprisingly large balcony, and quickly checked to make sure he hadn’t alerted anyone. Then, he moved to the door and slowly forced it open. His infiltration was successful, but his mission was just starting.<br/><br/>Now… how would he get to the castle cellars from here?