[ It's late. He only knows because of the clock on the wall, the permanent twilight of the city making it impossible to sleep when one hour looks exactly like the rest. The girls only stopped whispering an hour ago and now Beau is snoring loudly enough that it's a wonder even Caduceus in his tower can catch a wink of sleep, so Fjord abandons his pretence of trying to relax and heads downstairs, letting his feet carry him. Maybe he'll pass out once he's eaten something and has a food coma, he always gets sleepy after dinner ... it could work now, at two in the morning. Sure.
His stealth is off the charts as he navigates his way through the upstairs corridor and down the stairs, briefly treated to carpeting under his bare feet in the atrium before he creeps through the dim dining room and heads into the kitchen. The door always sticks so he's extra careful not to make it squeak, letting it lean-to once inside. He's fairly certain they have some apple-stuffed sausages in the cooling cupboard that Caleb set up, suddenly ravenous at the thought.
With his darkvision staring ahead to navigate, he misses sight of the rope-like object on the floor and stands on it with his full weight. ]
( xhorhaus nights )
His stealth is off the charts as he navigates his way through the upstairs corridor and down the stairs, briefly treated to carpeting under his bare feet in the atrium before he creeps through the dim dining room and heads into the kitchen. The door always sticks so he's extra careful not to make it squeak, letting it lean-to once inside. He's fairly certain they have some apple-stuffed sausages in the cooling cupboard that Caleb set up, suddenly ravenous at the thought.
With his darkvision staring ahead to navigate, he misses sight of the rope-like object on the floor and stands on it with his full weight. ]