Perhaps Yewbough was already completely satisfied, although more likely he was too shy to press his luck and not ruin how far he had already gone with Shay, but the bard was content to cuddle until he fell asleep. It didn't take long, the wine and the comforting feel of Shay's warm body in his arms helping matters along.<br/><br/>He slept deeply and didn't stir when the thief slipped out of his arms and out of bed in the middle of the night. The moon was high in the night sky, its light streaming in through the windows and casting long shadows, providing just enough illumination for her to navigate by without bumping into anything noisy. Nobody noticed Shay's silent descent to the first floor, not even the old night guard who had replaced the receptionist behind the counter, half asleep himself. She passed him without incident and made her way to the back of the inn where only staff were supposed to go.<br/><br/>Near the entrance to the kitchen, she found a trapdoor that led downwards, locked shut by a simple padlock threaded through a pair of metal rings, one attached to the trapdoor itself and the other attached to the trapdoor's frame.