And here I was so looking forward to throwing myself into the fountain and being saved by a burly man. [ dry. he glances once over his shoulder, then returns his gaze to the palace. ] I'll save my charms for when I'm ready to go in. It's likely I'll only get invited once, and I'd rather not waste the opportunity stumbling about the rooms the Hierarchy does their fucking in when I could be locating things of importance.

[ moreover... he's asked three people, now, to aid him in this. he won't lead them to their (second?) deaths, or to the gallows. he's confident he can manipulate his way into an invitation at some point, but then there's the matter of the others. augustine is a proper man — it's likely he can come into one on his own. laurent will claim aspen is good for entertainment, of the cocksucking variety or otherwise. but D is a mystery thus far, displaying no personable qualities that a cruelly fickle entity such as this Hierarchy might be swayed by. he looks like he should not be allowed in, on a good day.

with a sigh, laurent turns, hand on his hip. ] No need to ask. I plan to come. If you can get inside without need of a distraction, then you will take me as well. We'll need to sketch a map after, and two sets of eyes will cover more ground.