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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1923371" data-attributes="member: 13681">Oliver turns away any offer of refreshment or food, carefully nursing his waterskin, muttering something about 'observance' and 'robes day' or something. These folk need to hang on to every scrap they can get, and we're sleek enough from our 'holiday' in Eivanrach. He snorts.Eventful first night of fasting... Oliver looks at Fendric and Nicollo. Wonder if they observe... He nods at Raven's assessment. "Agreed. Though I think the ground floor library room window is our best bet... the Mayor's office?" An aging rogue's doubt of his second-story skills? He looks at Father Tanor for confirmation of his assesment of the rear room of the house."It's furthest from the front windows and porch and from the back door, if I understand what you've told us, Father." To Raven's mention of the orcs hesitating a second longer at an interior door opening he grates, "Aerda... could you make an illusion that maintains the appearance if a closed door? Meaning we open it, but it appears to stay shut. We can see through and fire our weapons or move through with more than a normal measure of surprise. All with the help of some oil applied liberally at the hinges of the real door, of course. Assuming we can get in."He scratches his perennially stubbly chin, "I'd like to talk to the boy too. He'll definitely be able to aid us here. If we can get him to talk. What's his name, Father?"</blockquote>