Forcing himself to calm down again, Varran realized that there was something off again... Namely, the pail was nowhere to be found as he tried to look for it, his elongated elven ears twitching at the dampening sound of wood bumping and rolling against something somewhere.<br/><br/>As he looked a little closely, noticing that little dent and the darker shade on the floor, he groaned at his lack of perception -- the trapdoor was<i>obvious</i>..! He kneeled down around the shadow's edge, carefully pressing at the stone floor to try and activate whichever mechanism worked it. After a minute or so, the self-styled master thief proceeded, still kneeling (and looking rather ridiculous doing so), a little closer to the pedestal, fumbling around the base...<br/><br/>He blinked as the stone gave way in a manner most un-stonelike at his touch... He took a hold of it, lifting what turned out to be heavy grey cloth out of the way, leaning in to peer into the opening revealed... And not seeing any better way out of the cell -- or whatever it was, really -- the elf eased himself in.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>