He didn’t come out until they had passed, doing otherwise just wasn’t in his nature. “I hope it’s a big room, there are quite afew of us.” Galis said after he’d come out from hideing, it was amzeing hte nook and crannies old houses had.
“Most of the boy’ll scatter soon as it’s safe, can’t have to many of us in one place anymore.” Shelly said, “It’s all quite exciteing.”
“I’m glad pain death and destruction meet your fancy.” Galis said sharply, Greg had just almost died and had been tortured, this was far beyond the realms of exciteing, exciteing was pulling a good heist, this, this was terrifing.
“Well someone needs ot have a sense of humor if your not feeling up to it.” Shelly retorted.
“I’m going to check out the rest of the house.”
“Don’t steal anything ,were guests.” Shelly told him as he retreated.
“And try not to leave a mess with the ash you’ve got all over you.” The launderer added.
Galis didn’t dignify either of them with a response, he’d steal what he wanted if he wanted to, he didn’t really see how being a guest changed anything. That the doctor who owned the place was supposed to help Greg was far more a reason not to. You didn’t steal from your neighbors, and you didn’t steal from the poor, and you didn’t steal from people you owed favors to. That’s just the way of things. Every thief worth the name knew that.
He went up the stairs the maid had been comeing down, his ears aware for any sound as he crep up the narrow steps of a servant’s passageway. He guessed there would be at least 3 or 4 hidden passage ways in this house. Takeing the first door he ran into he turned left, easeing the door slowly and cautiously, he doubted it’d be trapped but one never knew. Somewhere further down the hall he’d left a bell chime calling for a servant. Probably the lady of the house, somehow the idea of Elrick haveing a mother seemed wrong, out of some dangrous curisoity Galis decided he wanted to meet the women that had brought that monster into the world.
The bell kept chimeing, he guessed that perhaps the maid that was off with shelly was also responsible for tending to the matron. Which meant she’d be alone. Excellent. Changeing directions he followed the chimeing bells path, passing out of the servants cooridor into a sitting room of sorts, he heard her muttering in the next room, something about a dress not being properly cleaned. He eased to the adjcent wall peering into the room, but he coudln’t see her from the limited opening of the ajar door. The bell contiutned to prattle on impatiently.
A fiendish grin came to Galis as he climbed to where the rope that pulled the bell was exposed and cut it. The bell fell silent no matter how much she pulled. And she pulled the line once more, and when the decrotive rope didn’t spring back as it should have she pushed the door open.
Galis was struck first by how similiar their eyes were, the same cold blue, and the same straight dark hair. She walked into the room with an air of pompus indignity, a guady dress of green silk trailing behind her on the richly colored rug.
“oh and it’s quite a mess in here to, what did that foolish girl do, leave a window open dureing the storm. I’ll have to have that incomptent tart beaten perhaps then she would learn how to clean a house properly. " She said her tone manageing to be both frustrateing and conversational. Galis quickly decided he hated her.
Stepping out from behind a silk screen one of his blades in hand he didn’t need to fake his ill intentions. “If you make a singal sound it will be the last you ever make.” Galis said, he didn’t even know if he was bluffing. “Yes their are guards outside, but how quickly would they be able to get in, the front door is locked, and it’s a very heavy door Ma’am, by the time they opened it you would be dead and I’d be gone.”
She nooded her cruel eyed head, she seemed to belive him. Good. “So here’s what going to happen, your going to go back into your bedchamber, find a chair and I’m going to tie you to it, then if you’ve behaved I’ll gag you and leave you alone.” The fear that had flared at his appreance faded into indignance. “Do you understand.” She nodded.
“Then turn around.” She obliged, her slippered feet makeing far more noise then they had before. Galis didn’t care, no one was going to come.
The room was opulant, a massive bed stood at it’s center, a dressing tabel with a full height mirror took up one corner, and a old and dark wooded chest of drawers took up the far wall, a partly opened pocketing door led to a massive closet. Galis was fairly certain his and Greg’s old place could have fit in the closet with room to spare. “Sit.” He command gestering to the cushioned arm chair infront of the dresseing table. “Faceing me.”
She shifted the chair akwardly due to the restrictive movement of her dress. But she manged. “You do belive me when I say that I will kill you?” He asked, he didn’t need both hands to tie a good knot. Pulling a length of rope from around his waist(Of course Galis has rope, what theif deosn’t keep rope on them at all times. It’s to thieves what towels are to hitchkiers) His left hand moved daftling tieing her in place without the supervision of his eyes.
“Now your going to answer a question of mine.”
“And why would I do that?” She asked in voice far to much like her son’s in tone.
“Becuase your vain, and you value your beatuy far more then your loyalty. " The dressing table along with the absurd amount of creams and powders on it gave that away, and the fact that she was trying to look so much younger then she was. But those cruel eyes would always make her look unwholesome. “And if marring your painted face deosn’t work I’ll find something else.”
Even beneath the layers of makeup her complexion paled.
“What do you want to know?” Her voice shook.
