The lack of mechanical or magical traps was a relief, though not much of a surprise. Door were common to trap, but many often forgot the window was an entrance as well. Opening the leather bound case that held her tools, she quickly and easily opened the lock with a satisfying<em>snick</em>. Putting them away, she carefully made her was inside. The clothing made an obvious trail. The fact they went through a secret door was rather strange. She took a moment to look over the volumes of books on the shelf. Humans were nothing if not predictable, so her best guess was one of them triggered the door. From her experiences, it was usually a book a seemed out of place for the person that owned them. Thinking about the man she was currently hunting, she expected to find something far more elaborate and intellectual than his mind could likely handle. A book of Elvish poetry or stories? A compendium on the Outer Planes? It could have been almost anything, really.<br/><br/>Her hands carefully moved across each book, feeling the texture of the binding. It was also entirely possible one of them was fake. No matter what, she would find it. And she was somewhat curious to find out what kind of secrets her target was trying to hide. Aside from what she already knew, of course.