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Zandelia held in her breath as Revy set about placing her sword next to the door and positioned herself, ready to knock the door open and begin the last phase of their assault. It was a raucous yell, or series of them, that allowed her boot to impact upon the door without much notice. However, and to Zandelia’s absolute horror, the door was not made of as stern a material as she had hoped, the hinges giving way more than the latch. She watched with trepidation, and a good measure of shock, as the door fell inward and clattered to the ground – the noise sure to cause those downstairs to intervene in the plan. There was a brief silence as the tableaux froze, with Revy stepping forwards into the room, the door hitting the ground and the leader naked and with a cutlass in his hands. Zandelia could have wept.
That’s it, we’re finished. Akajia preserve me I’ve killed us both! was all she could think as she watched both the corridor and the spar within the room simultaneously, flicking her head this way and that.
She saw no one coming up the stairs after a few moments and breathed a sigh of relief as she padded into the room and flung their packs upon the soft mattress, cushioning any sound. As Revy finished off the nude defendant Zandelia was already pulling the bodies in the hallway into the room and laying them just inside the door, the better to block the path of any attackers should they finally be roused. It was only then that she turned around and took in the view of the warrior maiden in full, sweat staining her brow and the smile of battle still upon her face. It was radiant in its own way, attractive and got her blood racing. She shook it off, however, forcing her mind to the tasks at hand. She smiled and picked up the cutlass, jamming it into its sheath and looping it around her torso as a memento worth selling.
“Rather dashing yes?” she grinned, “well, please go and watch the door Revy. I’ll search the place and you yell if there’s anyone coming. If there is, I spy a window we could use to our advantage” she chimed in as she paced over and flung it open, noting how they were not far off of the ground and that how it would actually be easier to take to the rooftop first, then to the ground.
There to fade into the darkness of the alleyways and never be seen again she thought as she turned and took in the room, her eye sweeping across the furniture and seeing it to be sparse indeed. Only a desk stood out as a place to find anything, to hide anything. T was that obvious thought that caused her to tumble away the pillows on the side of the bed not rumpled by the leader’s body to find several sheaves of papers and a couple of rolled up scrolls.
“Excellent, and now where would a lying bastard hide his money? Close by too hmm?” she asked herself as she stuffed her first find into the packs and knew they were then safe.
She walked around, searching the desk briefly and finding a journal but nothing more, still she took it in case it held anything beyond insane senses of grandeur and in the pack it went. It was as she hit the floorboards, finally finding a few small bags of what looked suspiciously like silvers and gold that the feet stomping up the stairs and the shouting finally began.
“Oh, you bitch Akajia, you absolute-“ she sighed as she pulled the bags out and looked to Revy for confirmation of the assault. The woman nodded once and that was that.
“Just…keep them busy!” Zandelia told her as the bags followed the papers and journal into the packs and she gave up her search.
It was time to leave.
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