A soft curse left Moira's lips as she left the sewers, she pulled her cape tighter around her as the winters cold began to lick at her skin. From the spot she had chosen to conceal herself she could see that the palace was buzzing with people, more then she had thought.... she made sure to keep her steps quite as she made her way to a part of the tower wall, last time she had climbed had been on that fateful night a month and a bit ago.... it felt like it had been ages...and she had all her gear and things with her, so the climb would be even more tricky.

To add to all this it had started to snow, lightly but just by looking at the clouds Moira guessed that it would be getting worse... pulling her gloves on more firmly Moira began to climb up the tower stones, some how she had managed to avoid being spotted...the guards should have been rotating now...yet she did't see any around the tower.

It took her a little longer then she would have liked to slip into Vasilieos's bedchamber window, she closed it behind her softly, just as softly as when she had entered. Blue eyes scanned the room, it looked as if it been cleaned in the past few minuets. She didn't know when Vasilieos or any of the servants would be back.... so she quickly began the search for her necklace. The more she searched the more frustrated she became when it was clear that the trinket wasnt in the room. "He must have it on him.... dam...." she muttered as she bit her lip.
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Moira had quickly left the kings bed chamber, finding her way out of the tower and into a dim and narrow corridor that was like a secret passage. Even if it turned out it wast, just a scarcely used one, by the tracks that Moira's soft leather boots left in the dust on the stone floor. "At least it's not full of steam." she whispers softly as she continued down the corridor. After many twists and turns she came to the end, the end had a panel or door, it was hard to tell with the limited light Moira had, there was a small sliding panel , curiously she walked up to it and slowly slid it back, two peep holes. So this was a spy cubby then....

Leaning forward Moira saw a large table, with a map on it, some boxes and chairs where on and around the table. A war room? or a planning room of some sort. On the wall opposite the peep holes Moira saw painting, she guessed that the peep holes where cut form the eyes of what even painting this panel was the back of. The crimson haired women flinched back a bit when the big doors to the side opened and the voices of many men filtered into the room.

Looks like she would be listening in on what ever was going to happen... hopefully she'd get some information that she could use to strike at Vasilieos. She only had one try left... and part of Moira was terrified thinking about what would happen if she failed again...