So none of you guys give me much to go on...So I'm just going to make it up ;p
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Wandering the streets of Roesone looking for a place to happen. He espied a suspicious robed figure hurrying towards the south area of town. (All robed figures are suspicious when you are an adventurer. That's what evil monks and wizards wear.) Tobin easily followed his mark until it entered into a tower complex. "What now?" he thought, "This might be important! Bad guys near the temple is bad news!"
Looking around the building for entrance, he noted large shuttered windows on the main floor. Not easily done, but doable nonetheless. Around behind the tower was a smaller square building and a well. "Bingo, looks like the servants entrance". Stopping to listen and peer through the key hole, Tobin flung himself behind a tree as a man stumbled out of the door. Swearing and emptying out a pot of boiling...Something...The servant wasn't paying any attention as Tobin slipped into the building.
Looking around him, there was no surprise when he found himself in a small kitchen. A staircase up was the only exit from the room. "Almost two easy" Tobin thought with trepidation. Snagging an apple from the counter, he whisked up the stairs to avoid being seen by the servant.
The staircase rose one flight and then ended at a landing. One room opened off to the west side, and proved to be the servants quarters. After a quick toss Tobin didn't find anything incriminating. So he left his apple core behind, and moved off down the hall that led from the east side of the landing. Now the stonework changed and he found himself in the tower proper. The hall proved to be short, ending with a wooden door.
Now he stopped and paused. "What am I doing? What if my suspicions are wrong about this guy?" shrugging his shoulders and stiffening his spine he answered himself "Buck up! Whatever you find out, any knowledge is good knowledge".
Tobin examined the door and decided that there was no trap. Lifting the latch he edged the door open and peered into a winding stairwell. Listening, the only sound he could hear was a dripping coming from above, and a low muttering from the same direction.
The door he came out of was one of three off of the stairs. There was a door above, and another below. Deciding it wiser, he checked the bottom door first and found a simple entrance room...With shuttered windows. A cloak and a pair of shoes were the only items in attendance both were void of secret pockets. "I'll grab those on the way out, they could be magical". A quick check of the door showed Tobin that he would be leaving the way he came in. This door was warded. So, as he was on his way up anyways, he grabbed the cloak and shoes and deposited them in a shadow near the exit to the servants quarters.
Stopping to listen again, he realized that the muttering had stopped. He waiting quietly, standing in the shadows of the servants hall for a couple of minutes, until he decided that the mutterer wasn't coming down. He stealthfully crept up the stairs until he was outside of the door, and cautiously peered in through the key hole.
From his vantage he could see piles of books and the corner of a desk. As well as another door. Tobin couldn't quite resolve in his head where the door should lead too. From his study of the building from the outside, this should be the top. Sure enough, he maneuvered so he could see the ceiling, there was the peaked roof. "Interesting".
Listening at the door, he decided that the room was empty, and tried the door. There was a lock, but it wasn't being used, and he couldn't find any magical markings. Tobin held his breath and opened the door. It was indeed empty.
Stepping into the room and closing the door, he took a glance around at all of the books. "Wizzbang would have a fit" he thought, laying a hand on the top book of the closest stack. That's when Tobin heard a chuckle.
"May I help you with something young man?"
Spinning around, Tobin spied a graying human sitting behind the desk. He was certainly not there a moment ago.
"Why are you here?"
Tobin felt a strong compulsion to answer honestly. "To learn, sir"...There, that wasn't a lie.
Another chuckle "I've been expecting you then. Let me see your fingers"
Thankfully there was nothing in them, so Tobin showed the man his fingers.
"Small and dexterous, perfect!...Can you do this?" He performed a complex maneuver with his hands that looked vaguely sexual in nature to Tobin.
"Sure!" Tobin completed the move easily.
"Well then that's your first lesson" making another motion with his hand, a candle appeared floating in the air beside the desk. "Follow the light to your quarters, and we can begin your next lesson after lunch."
Being led away, Tobin thought "This is the oddest undercover work ever"
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