The cloak was adjusted on and its hood was lifted to slip over her head. She made preparations to leave, with our without him; seems our little spirited woman had finally given up. Sometimes, it was hard to convince someone to do what you wanted them to do - unless you gave them a little incentive. That is what was in the satchel, but would he take the bait and at least peek at what she bought him?
Well she didn’t necessarily buy anything - more like borrowed - permanently.
“Thank you is sufficient enough,” she looked past her shoulder at him, narrowing her gaze. Her look was not a pleasant one, but it was intended that way. Not offering him to gaze upon her any longer, she reached for the handle of the door and simply made her way out, without much of a goodbye.
Closing it shut behind her heels, Sarah stepped away from it and looked around the hall until she found a niche where the shadows clung to the walls. Her head rested on the cool surface whilst staring so hard at the door that one would think she was trying to set it ablaze.
He paced in his office long after she left, returning to his panicked state of how he was to get out of the Gallows. He would not, absolutely not, ever take the secret caverns below the basement out of fear of being followed and ruining the railroad. Though his way of creeping out of the Gallows and onto the docks was effective, it was also a muscle-memory by now and he feared he was going to get caught, even more so this month seeing as the City Guard had been replaced with someone more competent for the position. Good for the citizens, bad for him.
The satchel she had brought bore clothes that he was a little unsure if they’d fit right at all. Though, he supposed it was better then creeping about in his rather obvious robes. All one needed to do was catch a glimpse of the color scheme of his robes and they’d automatically wonder why the First Enchanter was wondering around outside his cage at such a late hour.
Orsino felt a slight pang of guilt for accepting the rags. The look she shot him as she left was spiteful and for a split second he feared she would report his actions to the Templar’s, though he quickly scolded himself for thinking as such. Well, tonight would go much more smoothly with these new clothes…hopefully.
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Once night fell and the halls of the Circle were dark and silent, Orsino slipped out of his office, doing his best to silence the heavy satchel that rattled, rather loudly much to his dismay, at his every movement. There was a cloak to help hide the goods, but what good would it do if you get caught taking Lyrium from the damned Circle.
Shaking his head and trying to suppress the foreboding feeling that nipped at his mind, he strode away from his office door and headed for the stairs that led him out into the Templar Hall and, beyond that, the Gallows.
Not once did she imagine she would linger this long, especially when it came for a man she knew very little about. People passed by occasionally and her usual excuse was that he was in a meeting. The time had passed for quite sometime and she had fallen asleep from boredom. It was just that simple. Waiting for him had been more of a chore than she had originally expected it to be. Thus a moment of shut eye was in store for the overzealous maiden.
But her dreams lasted not long, for the commotion coming from the corridor of his office stirred her awake. There was that moment of panic, of course, that Sarah didn’t recall just exactly where she had fallen into slumber. Glancing around, rather frantically, Sarah stood up from her position on the uncomfortable ground and took a deep breath. She recalled what she was doing here just moments before spotting a figure moving out past the hall.
Night had fallen and it seems that the bait worked after all, but by the Old Gods, it had taken all day for her plans to finally come to fruition.
Really, it wasn’t that difficult to tell who was under all those clothes. First of all, the First Enchanter was rather tall and slender. She had not found any one else in this place that could match his height. And, of course, he was wearing the clothes she borrowed for him. One could imagine the lengths she had to go to in order to find something that would have remotely fit the elf.
With a slight twitch of her lips, she started to follow him, only a few feet behind his steps. Moving like a rogue in the shadows, Sarah pulled the cloak around her frame snugly and kept close to the shadows, avoiding the light to grace her form. Attempting to keep her footfalls light, she waited until he was a ways below her before walking down the steps.