The guards were absorbed in their game, and it was simple enough for Shay to pick a moment when the guard facing the doorway was staring at his hand of cards to dart across the hallway unnoticed.<br/><br/>"I think I just felt something," she heard the guard who had his back to her say.<br/><br/>"Trying to distract me? It's not working," the other guard dismissed. "Full house, read'em 'n' weep!"<br/><br/>After passing them, Shay made it to the door of the guest room. Her ear pressed against the door, she heard the sounds of a woman mumbling to herself, though she couldn't make out the words. Upon inspecting the lock, she noticed a minuscule pinhole above the keyhole, for a tiny needle to prick any would-be lockpicker as a security measure. Of course, the proper key wouldn't trigger this trap. Armed with this knowledge, it was a simple matter for Shay to make sure her hands were out of the way, trigger the trap with her pick, and snap the needle when it protruded, allowing her to now focus on the lock itself without worry.<br/><br/>The lock was of average quality (DC 25 disable device) and it took a few more tries before she finally got the tumblers in place, but without any time pressure she eventually succeeded and opened the door. The room was simply furnished, with a bed, a table, a chair and a wardrobe. It was dark inside, with the shutters shut and secured with a padlock over the window that overlooked the busy street full of protesters below. A silver of light peeked in through the crack between the shutters, making a line of light across the figure of the maid lying on the bed. She sat up immediately as the door opened, surprise on her wide-eyed face, and would have uttered something had not Shay immediately hushed her.<br/><br/>The maid swallowed and resumed, this time in a quiet hopeful whisper, "Are you here to rescue me?"