Tara's steps faltered as she moved through the common's room, her eyes following on the stranger resting there.  Her eyes were drawn to the shining hair, and for a moment she felt a wistful longing for hair that beautiful.  She wondered if Corvin thought the same.  She would not be surprised if he lusted for the woman, though she found she might be a bit jealous if it were so.<br/><br/>She shook it off, turning towards Corvin's door.  She raised her hand to knock, then smiled and changed her mind.  Pulling a small, hooked pin from her robed, she leaned down slightly and deftly picked the lock.  When she heard the catch fall, she pushed the door open, slipping inside and shutting the door again.  She always felt a bit mischievous when she slipped into his room- it all seemed to be part of the game.<br/><br/>"Father?"  Her voice was soft, her eyes shifting over the room slowly as she pressed her back lightly against the door, as she always had when sneaking in.