<em>"You're a bastard,"</em>Anethrial mutters, anger smoldering in her voice.<br/><br/>"That's more like it," Laszlo says, swinging the vault shut behind them. The locks slide back into place, that will stall them until they can find a higher up with the combination. He strides further into the vault room, summoning another flame to aid his search. He examines the labels on the shelves. These were recent. He steps deeper into the vault, and scans the shelves. Just one matter to resolve, he turns to the Anethrial.<br/><br/>"Well, go on then. I can find what I need, there's a back way out. I'm sure your father's worried about you."<br/><br/>He strolls deeper into the vault, eye tracing dates. Thank the gods the humans had gone to the lengths of organizing their scroll so efficiently.