<strong>"Sit anywhere lad, but be careful. The place has seen better days,"</strong>She released him to do as he pleased, though was obviously keeping an eye on him. As the lord strolled his slowly decaying home he'd come across hidey hole number 1; a space at the end of a corridor where a painting had hung; covering a camouflaged hatch, in which had been a number of valuable objects and documents. Alas, the painting was gone; and the hatch had been re-painted over so completely that it'd require some hammering to open. A shame, but this was hardly one of his most valuable stocks, and definitely not the best hidden.<br/><br/>Kinnard would hear the woman talking in the adjacent room, obviously about him but to any of her questions he would only hear a faint buzzing vaguely resembling a voice. The conversation was swift, but he heard nothing which would alert him. 'He can remain here, just inform me if anything comes up,' were her words. A soft click signaled the end of her mysterious one-way conversation, and soon her footsteps would follow his path down the hall.<br/><br/><strong>"Exploring...?"</strong>She said, her hands on her a pair of generous hips, previously hidden in cloth. The woman had removed the cloak, revealing a devastatingly curvaceous shape wrapped in a darkly colored dress, hanging down passed her knees. It wasn't the most flattering thing to wear perhaps, but there was more than enough of her to flatter,<strong>"This house is over a century old. It's not the best place to take a walk I'm 'fraid" </strong>She strolled over too him, and looked him over as though just now seeing him,<strong>"Well y'seem healthy. May be stayin' a while if it's to your fancy. Till we can find what to do with ye. Care for a spot to eat?"</strong>