He dragged the unconscious lump of flesh over to a corner closet and chucked him in, making sure he was well out of the way. Why did he have to be the one I had to drag across the grounds? the man wondered, glancing at the portly gentleman in the closet. Oh well. Back to work.

It looked as though he was in the main hall of the building. That wasn’t good. He had literally just used the front door, and when you were pentrating a fortress, you usually wanted to stay out of the main areas.

So saying, a guard appeared from behind a corner, whistling as he did his nightly rounds. His whistling was cut short as he was yanked from behind, knocked out, and stuffed against a rather tubby guard in the closet.

The man sighed and headed for the servant’s stairs. Nice and out of the way. He ascended the creaking steps, one by one, until he reached the top. From the blueprints he had studied earlier, it looked like it was near the main office.

His target.