With the aid of her<em>Spider Climb</em>spell, Shay scaled the walls of the mansion next to effortlessly and easily bypassed the many weakened points in the exterior structure.<br/><br/>Passing by the windows of the second floor, she heard the sounds of sawing and hammering coming from within, apparently workers who were working on the interior of the mansion. She reached the third story without incident. The windows had been left ajar to let fresh air circulate into empty rooms, floors and walls and ceilings restored but bare, doorways open allowing a glimpse into the hallway behind them. Shay heard the conversation between two women with similar-sounding voices before she saw them.<br/><br/>"...and putting aside the fact that Huninghorn will have your head if she catches wind of you playing with her toy, he's locked up in an Oheron belt. You know how tough Oheron locks are, the entire house uses them. What makes you think you'll have any luck getting an Oheron chastity belt off?"<br/><br/>"Because, I'm not going to pick that lock, I'm going to get the key. Huninghorn didn't have it on her when she left this morning, I checked. So it's got to be in the house somewhere."<br/><br/>They came into view for a few seconds, walking down the hallway past one of the rooms, identical twin half-elves dressed identically in dark brown rogues' leathers, with dirty-blonde hair cut short revealing their pointed ears and knee-high boots sporting padded soles that silenced their footsteps. Each of them wore a belt and garters sheathed with numerous knives. They moved with a habitual quietness; if they hadn't be talking they would have been difficult for a normal person to notice, though not for Shay's keen ears. By moving from window to window, Shay could track them as they passed each room on their way to the end of the hallway.<br/><br/>"Let's say you find the key, then what next? Huninghorn's letting him age, so to speak, and it'll be obvious if he's blown his load."<br/><br/>"Come on, be serious. He's young and the orgy's tomorrow. Even if I play with him tonight, his balls will churn out some more in record time. When Huninghorn gets back tomorrow night, she won't be able to tell the difference."<br/><br/>Shay reached a closed window, make of dark tinted glass that prevented her from seeing any practical distance into the room behind. She did see that there was a latch on the inside of the window that held it shut, and no mechanism connected it to the outside. The voices stopped moving and Shay judged that they were directly opposite her, in the hallway outside this room.<br/><br/>"And now you're going to break into Huninghorn's personal chambers in search of a key, all just so you can indulge your insatiable carnal appetite with some country bumpkin of a bard. What a lovely sister I have."<br/><br/>"I love you too sis. Now keep a lookout and holler if anyone comes along, I need to concentrate on this lock."