[ Stan moves both unseen and unheard as a shadow, the sun of little concern to him in this form and the law even less. From picking pockets to tripping cheapskates, the walk to the apartment proves almost a reward in itself if not for the twenty one more gold he now holds in his pocket.
The suite containing the nymph is far from a mystery, the smell lingering the hall and drawing far more attention than he’d like. Stan waits until the corridor empties before stepping out from the shadows, his own tearing from his body like tar as he pulls himself from the wall. He brushes his suit off and approaches the door, looking around once more before pounding on it three times.
The monster of crimson skin and dangerous spikes tries to peer in through the peephole ] Open up!
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The suite containing the nymph is far from a mystery, the smell lingering the hall and drawing far more attention than he’d like. Stan waits until the corridor empties before stepping out from the shadows, his own tearing from his body like tar as he pulls himself from the wall. He brushes his suit off and approaches the door, looking around once more before pounding on it three times.
The monster of crimson skin and dangerous spikes tries to peer in through the peephole ] Open up!