13.Sep.13, 06:22 PM
Trelanvor tried to look casual as he made his way to the Healing Hall. Nothing to see here just a candidate out for an evening stroll. He'd have been less obvious hanging a sign around his neck that said up to no good. For some odd reason people saw his insatiable curiosity as a problem. He'd timed his excursion for after dinner. During would have been better, but he wasn't going to give up a meal. Besides he might have been missed and roused suspicion. Or maybe not.
His pace slowed as he approached the Hall, quietly looking around for any signs of activity. The place appeared deserted, though there was a chance some healer or two was in his office. Trel spent as little time as possible in the place, which meant he was actually there quite often. Being energetic and curious meant lots of injuries. It also meant he knew his way around the hall pretty well. There were a few rooms he'd never been into, and that bother him. He'd ignored the need to know just what was behind those locked doors. Eventually though it juts got to be too much. He had to know. He just had to.
Satisfied that the place was deserted, he eased himself to the ground. Crossing a foot over one knee he pried off a sandal, then repeated the process with the other foot. If you were going to be sneaking around barefoot was the way to go. There was the small chance of a splinter, but being able to move almost silently was worth it. It was also more exciting. Trel grinned to himself, the excited rush of what he was about to making it difficult to hold still. Standing back up he slipped his foot wear off to the side. Hopefully he'd be able to stop and retrieve them once he was done. He peered back into the hall, making one final check before he entered.
His pace slowed as he approached the Hall, quietly looking around for any signs of activity. The place appeared deserted, though there was a chance some healer or two was in his office. Trel spent as little time as possible in the place, which meant he was actually there quite often. Being energetic and curious meant lots of injuries. It also meant he knew his way around the hall pretty well. There were a few rooms he'd never been into, and that bother him. He'd ignored the need to know just what was behind those locked doors. Eventually though it juts got to be too much. He had to know. He just had to.
Satisfied that the place was deserted, he eased himself to the ground. Crossing a foot over one knee he pried off a sandal, then repeated the process with the other foot. If you were going to be sneaking around barefoot was the way to go. There was the small chance of a splinter, but being able to move almost silently was worth it. It was also more exciting. Trel grinned to himself, the excited rush of what he was about to making it difficult to hold still. Standing back up he slipped his foot wear off to the side. Hopefully he'd be able to stop and retrieve them once he was done. He peered back into the hall, making one final check before he entered.