Laszlo follows Anethrial, noting her casual gait, and following suit, this corridor is safe. The girl stops, running her hand along the wall. Stone slides to reveal a door, which she opens. A rush of air brings Laszlo the dusty smell of old leather tomes, Anethrial had not led him to a guard post. She steps out, eyes sweeping around the room, what is she looking for? Laszlo follows closely behind her, inhaling the room deeply. By the rusty smell lingering in the air, there is a guard in the room. He tries to determine where they might be, but the air is still in the library, and no currents betray their presence. He would seek him out with his ears-<br/><br/>No time, Anethrial turns a corner, and Laszlo follows quickly, his guide and hostage cannot leave his sight. He freezes behind her, the guard, a portly man in light chain mail, jingles slightly as he looks them over. Laszlo bows his head, hand slipping to the sword in his sleeve.<br/><br/><em>"What are you doing here?"<br/><br/>"My father wanted me to get a scroll,"</em>the girl says, wings stiff behind her. The tension could betray either fear or shyness. Laszlo hopes the guard assumes the latter.<br/><br/>His brow knits, and he nods, stepping away quietly. His footsteps fade into the distance, and Anethrial pauses a moment. She leads Laszlo further into the libraries. She stops, and and bends down to slide aside a rug. As she does, Laszlo's eyes are drawn to her figure. The girl is lovely, a vision of slender perfection, not the carefully constructed type one finds in brothels either. The girl wears no paint on her face, and her robes are modest priestess wear, no corsets or bustiers shape her form. She rises, and his gaze meets hers.<br/><br/><em>I've never actually been down there, but its where the most secured scrolls are kept. I suspect the guards will be harder to fool, and there might be some traps as well.”</em>"<br/><br/>Laszlo looks under the carpet, and spies a trap door. Another hidden entrance? Of course there would be, the priesthood would not be foolish enough to leave all their secrets in that book. He lifts it, peering down the stairwell below, squatting to examine the corridor at the bottom. There are torches below, casting irregular light on the corridor at the bottom, and further obscuring any traps that may lie in the shadows. He glances at Anethrial again. The girls face seems honest enough, he makes his decision.<br/><br/>"You've been honest, so you get a choice," he says quietly, "You can come with me down to the vault, or I can knock you out, tie you up, and hide you somewhere."<br/><br/>He stands up, and rips the illusory robes off, no sense going in with any distractions. They fade to nothing on the floor.<br/><br/>"I can crack a place like this, but I can't guarantee your safety below, dwarven traps are notoriously difficult. You stay here, you get a nasty bump, and the guards find you once you come to. I can't have you be a liability while I'm working."