His back was cold and wet and he was starting to get a numb feeling in his feet, but none of this was noticeable to Beau Bergeron as he crept into the room of the Wizard. Moving about, it felt like it had been only yesterday he was carrying out industrial espionage or taking out a hit on a guy in his sleep. The moves came naturally to him as he made his way silently around the room, searching for the mystical cards.
Turning up nothing at the tables, he then began checking the drawers, though with the darkness and the decreased visibility of the mask, it was difficult to make out individual features of the various objects hidden within them. His saving grace was the fact that this room didn’t seem to be occupied on a regular basis, leading to a relatively light selection within every piece, shelf, and drawer.
Merde alors, he thought. The Wizard seemed to be coming up empty. He had thought finding the ornate room on the first try had been a boon for his search, but now it was becoming a bit of a curse. He was counting on the mystic desiring to hold onto the cards himself, but now it seemed he would simply have to move at random from room to room checking them silently…but also increasing his chances of being seen by a guard or resident.
Just as he was about to leave, however, he noticed the drawer in the nightstand. Deciding that would actually be a possibility for him as well, he crept over to give a look inside for the cards. First moving his hands across the flat top of the furniture and the candle holder, then slowly pulling out the drawer to give a good look for the artifacts. Beau scowled beneath his mask. Waste of time, he thought, and he pushed to close the drawer with the moisture laden wood giving a creak – and that was when he realized he’d made his first mistake.
Suddenly a hand was grasping his sleeve, hard, and the wizard was crying out, “Who’s there!?” Putain de l’enfer!, he thought to his horror, This was the room of the Prince! And that meant it wouldn’t be long before guards were called.
Beau moved instantly. Wasting no time or words, he smacked the hand off his sleeve as hard as he could and ran out of the room and into the hall aiming for the nearest window at the back of the building…