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.
Whatever you need this Lyrium for, friend. Orsino thought with the slightest bit of spite as his back protested the weight of his carry-on. It’d better be damned well worth my time.
Shifting the satchel to his right shoulder, the elven mage paused at the end of the steps, swearing he had heard footsteps. He lingered there for what seemed like forever, though it was only seconds. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he felt it in his toes and the tips of his ears. No longer hearing the footsteps, or even the clatter of Templar armor, he continued his silent tread through the Circle, stopping only once more to return the back to his left shoulder once his right began to tense and sore.
Outside in the Gallows, his steps became softer, less fluid and precise. He snuck around the main courtyard, bumping into several pillars and nearly losing his grip on the satchel. The lyrium bottles within clanked and clattered together normally and he often caught himself shushing the bottles.
If one would have seen her, they would have never imagined this was the same woman from earlier. She stalked the darkness with graceful, fluid motions of an assassin after its prey. The only thing that could possibly give her away was the perfume - but that is a risk she was willing to take. Nonetheless, Sarah kept her distance from Orsino and a decadent grin brightened up her features.
He almost spotted her. Almost. Yet when he hesitated, he still had not pierced the darkness to locate her. And so, when he descended, she quickly moved to try and catch up before he vanished from her line of sight.
Finally, as her gaze was fixated on him once more, she noticed that the satchel he carried seemed to be a burden upon his shoulder. Perhaps he was not accustomed to carrying such heavy things. However, she had to wonder, just what he was doing? Surely this was no simple stroll under the night sky. Peculiar Orsino, just what do you have up your sleeve?
To the Courtyard she went, still making sure that she was walking between the pillars and hiding behind them whenever he showed sign of turning around. There was a sound coming from him, as if glass was colliding into one another. This required further investigation.
Now, the problem was when to approach him? Should she simply follow him to his destination? She couldn’t possibly do it now, not while they were still within the reach of the Templars.
Last thing he needed was to receive a heart attack this way, she could surely think of other ways to give him one - but not like this!