<strong>Name;</strong>Zam Sharrow<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Prancing Pony, Everesta<br/><strong>Tagged; </strong>Kei Kyouki<br/><br/>Zam had no idea that the Prancing Pony had become a bordello in his long absence from the place. He could hear at least two couples now. Was it a group of four? Not for the first time, he wished he had better hearing, even with his elfin blood. He shook his head as he ordered a cup of water; he was starting to feel the buzz from the ale. He'd never been interested in sex in-game, but if people wanted to have their fun, who was he to judge? It wasn't as if it made any difference to him.<br/><br/>He sighed.<br/><br/>He flinched as he heard the noise of someone in armour rising from a seat. The table behind him, with the PC's.<em>The knight. She's made me.</em>He started looking around him for an exit, a patch of shadow, anything. He tried to look casual while doing it. He looked over his shoulder, right at the woman, just in time to see her flash a smile at him. It brought him up short.<em>Did that just happen?</em>He looked the other way, to see if there were someone on the other side of him that she could have smiled at. There was no one; the barman was at the other end of the bar polishing a chalice, chatting to a couple of patrons. He looked back, seeing her disappear up the stairs with nary a backward glance.<br/><br/>He looked back to his drink, frowning. He wanted to know why she'd smiled at him, and at almost no one else in the entire room. The snatches of conversation he'd heard from their table had contained almost none of her voice; just the bare essentials to appear polite. From what he'd heard of knight-types, that was pretty common. They focussed more on the righting of wrongs and so on rather than people.<br/><br/>But now a knight smiled at<em>him</em>? A thief? A bloody good one, admittedly, but still about as far from her moral ideal as it was possible to get without actually painting a target on his chest.<br/><br/>He looked to the stairs.<em>Fuck it</em>, he thought. He climbed them, noticing a convenient pool of darkness he could use to jump out if he were discovered.<em>Doing what, you loon?</em>he chided himself. He had no real clue anyway.<br/><br/>On the landing, he bypassed the two doors behind which he could hear people having sex, figuring the knight had gone up the stairs alone and was unlikely to have gotten quite so far along with things in the minute or so it took him to follow. He listened carefully. The only other room he could hear anything from was the next door along. Armour hitting the floor. A small splash.<br/><br/>A bath? He'd emptied countless homes while their owners were enjoying a soak - they tended to close their eyes. He found her door locked, and picked it quickly by reflex before he'd even registered it as an option. He blinked in surprise, finding himself in her room mostly by accident.<br/><br/>The door to the bathroom stood open. He saw a hand draped over the edge of the tub, but the door was too narrow for him to see her head. That meant that she couldn't see him yet. If she'd heard him open the door, though, he was probably screwed.