The front door was shut but not really looking that sturdy, it would be no problem to kick it in if necessary. However, up close to the door he began to hear voices, the lit light of the second floor window showing, but the voices coming from somewhere on the bottom floor. Two male voices, sounding irritated.<br/><br/>"At least she's stopped screaming. I swear if I have to stab one more rat to keep her mouth shut, I'm going to skewer her foot too." As the voice spoke, the other rose a bit harsher. "You will not do such a thing. We're paid to keep her under lock and guard. Shadecliff is dead, and the girl's the heir to that bloodline. If all else falls apart, mistress will make a killing off of her funds."<br/><br/>There was a sneering noise and the first man spoke again in turn. "We gotta live to spend our pay too you know? I'm not keen on this anymore. I say we have our fun, slit her throat, and split. This place is going to be noticed sooner or later and then its<em>our heads</em>on the pike, not miss Protector's."