Laszlo approaches the vault, eyeing it cautiously. No apparent traps, but the greasy smell around the vault's hinges is throwing off his senses, only one way to find out-<br/><br/>Anethrial is padding up behind him,<em>"This is more then you and me, we on verge of war if you haven't noticed, what is down here that is so important to you?"</em><br/><br/>He waves her back, and steps in front of the vault tentatively. Nothing. He lets out his breath, and bends down to the vault's massive dial, pressing his ear against the cold metal.<br/><br/>"The war," He says, spinning the dial tentatively, "Does not concern me. It will end when the humans have had their fill of death." He hears a faint click on the other side of the door and stops, spinning the dial in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>"As for the vault," Another click, he changes direction, "What I need is a matter of life or death, don't concern yourself with it further."<br/><br/>A final click, and a clunk sounds from behind the vault door. Laszlo stands back as it swings ponderously open. There is no light within, but Laszlo can make out massive shelves full of dusty scrolls heaped atop ancient tomes.<br/><br/>"Nothing to it," He says, turning to the celestial with a smile, "Now you just nip out the back way, and I'll be nothing but an unhappy memory-" His sentence is interrupted by a cry from down the hallway.<br/><br/>"By the gods, they've gotten Wallace!" Clanking footsteps pound away into the distance.<br/><br/>"Shit! Come on, hurry." Laszlo dashes into the vault. He'd hoped the guard would pursue him, but this one was smart. There was no way he'll be able to chase him down before he raises the alarm.