Aria had to suppress a girl - both because of the golems outside the door and because in truth, the idea of Astos or one of his cronies looking in on bathers was more disturbing (whereas the thought of herself peeking at Rose in such a manner, or being so peeked upon, struk the tiefling as<em>most</em>erotic). "Hmm, the windows did seem mirrored rather than transparent from outside..but then I'd hardly put it past such as he to have some manner of peeking in all the same. And then there's always scrying...and the door doesn't look locked, so anyone with any ability to climb - like those driders I bet! - or fly could quite easily swoop in on the bather. I wonder if these sleeping or drugged elf girls were subject to such. Or, for all I know," she grinned deviously, "Astos preferred his own drow apprentice-archer lads!"<br/><br/>As with the windows before, they could see out clearly enough; their 'shallower' angle from the second floor let them see less of the tennis court and drider bodies than they had from the third. Fortunately, that and the gardens were all they saw. Nothing else moved across the visible gardens and lake, save for a pair of deer chasing each other across the far shore of the crescent lake, which Rose would recognize as the amorous and primal ritual of mating upon such creatures.<br/><br/>Aria swiped the enmagiced decanter and, on a lark, the rubber bath-toy, making a mental note to loot the possibly-valuable (or better yet, fun to enjoy with Rose) bath soaps and liquids once they were ready to thoroughly loot the valuable furnishings from the bedrooms and such. She did her typical search and scour in the meantime, confirming that the decantar<br/><br/>Teleporting, Rose's marking off the door once again brought them safe arrival between the walls of the next room: the most mundane-looking of the keep so far, a laundry and storeroom with bare stone walls, cleaning supplies, and a few wooden crates which the tiefling peeked under the lids of. All looked to've not been used in a while, with a layer of dust and cobwebs; perhaps magic was mostly used to clean the keep under Astos's tenure. Perhaps a duty of those mage-apprentice archers.<br/><br/>Aria mused as much to Rose (and that once again the same ambient ward filled this and every room of the keep so far, with no other magical auras or even valuable-looking things in the room).<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>(Aria's been taking 10 on Search throughout posts like these)<br/><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">X X X X X X             X X X X X X   7<br/>X * . . . X * . . . . * X . . . . X   8<br/>X X X . . X X X - - X X X . . . . X   9<br/>X . . e e . . . . . . . . e e . * X  10<br/>X . . e e . . . . . . . . e e . . X  11<br/>X X X X - X X - X e X - X X - X - X  12<br/>          X . A . X . . X . . X . X  13<br/>          X . R . X . . X . . X X X  14<br/>          X . . . X . . X . . . . X  15                                                     <br/>          X . . X . . . X . . . . X  16 <br/>          X . . X . . . X . . . . X  17 <br/>          X X - X X - X X X - X X X  18<br/>             (balcony)   (balcony)<br/></code></pre>