Darkness have filled the castle halls, with only the desperate dance of the candles that light the halls.
And there, Emi can be seen sneaking around. She stopped crawling when she reached upon a door.
With only the minute sound of her breath, she quietly turned the knob of the door.
Sneaky, sneaky Emi.
She then looked inside, to see if the occupants were asleep. And there they were, asleep as a pup. Gold and gray, and a silent whimper as they lay.
Tut tut tut, Emi prowled. Making sure her every step is as quiet as a cloud.
She then looked to the right, and then she looked to the left. Careful not to be seen by the light, because clearly, this was theft.
Bad, bad Emi.
She seeks for the bag of gold she deserves, as Viel only gave her the reserves.
Tut tut tut, once again she trots. This time faster, but still careful not to get caught.