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The patrol was sporadic, so Thallius could only hope that he would be able to sift around the movements in a way he would not be detected right away. He moved along the buildings, doing his best to use them as cover from the watchful eyes of the patrollment, peaking over a corner every now and then in nervous wariness of his position.
If he reached the bridal, he would watch it from around another building, waiting for the woman to lock up shop and make her way home for the night. He then glanced around himself in hopes that he was not yet detected, and moved his way to the building and hid there for a moment.
If there was no back door, he would wait for it to get darker. He then placed his hood over his head and sifted around quietly with gloved hands for his lockpicks, hoping for a time of quiet or peace to use them on the door.
He then made his way as quietly and as quickly as he could to the lock, and began to work at it methodically and as efficiently as possible. Even the slightest noise made him glance around, yet even in times of quiet he would keep his eyes on the area about him. If any movements were heard, he would have to try and slip back into complete shadows again.
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