Darkness tilted the glow of the hall, until only the moonlight faded through high windows, casting long shadows across the floor. The few remaining mages fell asleep in their respective rooms, libraries and wherever else sleep found them. For even in a castle under seige, sleep came to the weary.<br/><br/>Kastadel heard her stomp up the stairs. With a chuckle he remembered that sound and how it used to irritate some of the fussier mages, causing a few to drop their books in grumbles. His eyes wandered around his room to the doorway.<br/><br/>"Yes Corvus?"<br/><br/>The slumped figure leaning against the archway stepped into the light of the room. Beady eyes looked at the great wizard then turned down in shifty distraction.<br/><br/>"Do you think it wise to send ...<em>her</em>?" His voice was oily, like the skin of a snake about to shed. "I mean after all, she's..."<br/><br/>"... someone I trust implicitly, Corvus." He interrupted with a smile. "The hour is late. Best we get our rest. We have much to do at day break."<br/><br/>With a sigh and a slow nod the alchemist turned and walked from the Master's chambers. Stopping in the hallway he thought for a moment, grinned and looked up. She would be close to sleep soon...<em>perfect</em>.<br/><br/>Turning towards the student's staircase, he heard her far up ahead. Quickly he crept, stepping each foot as carefully as he could and staying in the shadows. With any luck it just might work and with Kastadel showing the sickness, he would be weary ... and wouldn't know.<br/><br/>Her room was near he thought and decided to stay a little bit back and very still until it was time to act. As she reached her room, he stayed in the shadows, watched and waited.