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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 9721340" data-attributes="member: 59816">Team InfiltrateThe mercenary who had groomed the oxen, and had helped unload the wagon, and then had questioned Terrin, whose name was Getan, had a puzzled expression on his face as he escorted Terrin up the stairs, heading to speak to Siobhan. He was about to say that he felt fine, when Terrin blew something in his face. He yawned and asked, "What... what did you do to me?"Staggering forward, he sat down on the stairs, and then curled up and began to softly snore. From where he was, Terrin could see Siobhan, standing guard in front of big doors, across the red-stone floor of the entryway. She was a disciplined guard, and she stood on duty, undistracted by the antics of gamblers and store-room hands. If she had seen Getan go down, she made no notice of it. He was now out of her sight, lying on the staircase.There was more danger of someone downstairs seeing him, but they were all focused on dividing the loot of the card table, while the cultist in the iron cage further distracted them by professing his innocence through the bars.[ooc]Yeah, that's two failures. He almost made the top of the stairs, but not quite.[/ooc]</blockquote>