<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/pQPTzqv.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: rhev rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Arisas search roll<br/>Result: 1, <br/>Total: 3<br/><br/>Your search roll went so well im surprised you didn't get lost in the closet.</div></div><br/><br/>Arisa found that the door to the north west, near the outer wall opened into a closet, a closet containing what looked like a safe.  Though she had no skill at picking locks and it didn't appear after patting down the steward that he had the key on him.  She didn't have time to make a thourough search however so she tucked the unconscious man into the closet, sitting him on top of the safe, before shutting the door on him.  Then over to the ledger.  Hmmmmm.... she flipped back a few pages and found a lot of notes, a lot of expendatures and a lot of income, but she couldn't really see anything that jumped out at her.  She knew too little about running a manor house to know if "26g 21s 44c for refurbished gardening equipment" was a lot or not.  She thought maybe it was?  But she couldn't tell, how much did gardening equipment cost?  It went on like that and frankly she had to give up knowing that she wasn't going to find any solid clues there like "5,000g for diamond dust for demon summoning" or the like.  The steward probably would have been her best chance at that, but oh well it was too late for that now.<br/><br/>She moved to the door to the south and opened it, stepping into the room the door shut behind her and she heard a small<strong>"oh?"</strong><br/><br/>She looked to the side and saw an intricately garbed noblewoman sitting at the cross stitching hoop.  She turned around on the stool she was sitting on, needle still in her hand as she looked at Arisa with a perplexed look on her face.<strong>"What are you doing disturbing me in my sitting room without knocking servant?"</strong>She frowned and then added,<strong>"Who are you, you're not one of our normal maids, don't tell me that Fritz hired on another pretty peasant girl without consulting with me first!"</strong>Her face started to turn from a frown into knit eyebrows of anger.