"Oh yeah, yeah!" The man said enthusiastically, taking a deep breath after he climbed in, already beginning to search around the room with his eyes. "You weren't kidding, she's in here somewhere."<br/><br/>The cloaked figure slowly closed the window behind them, peeking out of it just for a few moments longer to make sure no one knew. They wouldn't be able to stay here forever, his friends would eventually come back.<br/><br/>The noble began looking under chairs and desks, rummaging through any spaces large enough to hold a person. Without realizing it he avoided her circles and drawings, only giving it a cursory glance. He was too young to understand what it could mean, and his mind was on other things. One thing came to mind, breaking through his blood lust. "Say, I didn't catch your name." He mentioned, turning towards his new companion.<br/><br/>"It's Shenyo." He growled, suddenly in front of him as he turned. One hand moved over his mouth as he slammed him into the wall beside the wardrobe, the wall shaking with a shower of dust at the force. The man gripped Shenyo's arm to try and pry him off, but he left his torso open in the process. His other hand slammed up into his chest with some kind of blade, pulled back, and slammed again and again, dust falling with every impact until his hands fell limp at his sides. It all happened within just a few seconds. Blood poured freely onto the ground as his body slumped down against the wall. Noble or not, they still needed their hearts. Shenyo stood holding what was left of it in his hand, long claws coming out of each fingertip where his nails would have been.<br/><br/>Slowly they retracted as he threw the noble's mangled core onto the ground beside him. "It's safe, but we need to leave." He called out softly, eyes scanning the room to see where she could have gone, pausing on the ceremonial markings on the floor.