Needed; guide out. (open to anyone)

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She was sick of this place already. Positively sick. Not that it was a bad place to be, not at all. She didn't regret coming here. But she was lost. Very, very lost. Again. After leaving the entrance hall she had walked around in circles for at least an hour or four trying to find a way out. With..very little success. It was starting to work on her nerves, in a bad way. The little thief had a short temper and this was just what she needed to let it get the best of her.

Not for the first time did she stumble into the conference room, cursing when she noticed her surroundings. If no one would show her a way out soon she'd probably walk around this place forever and that was something she really didn't feel like doing. The ghost might have warned her that it was less than absolutely safe outside the keep's enclosure, but she had to make a living out of something. She did have to eat. And simply walking around wouldn't get her much of anything. Unless she were to stumble into a kitchen, but a kitchen was one of the few things she hadn't found yet.

"Where the hell...crap!" The girl pulled back a chair from the conference table and dropped down in it. "I'm walking around in circles, I swear...," she muttered, slumping down even further, half disappearing underneath the table surface. "This is the third time I ended up here. What is this place? The center of the keep? Friggin..." Soft curses fell from her lips while her fingers tapped on the the tabletop in a fast rhythm.

She just remained there, figuring someone had to show up sooner or later. To be honest, she hoped it would be sooner. It was at least warm and dry inside... But Caelin...was starting to get hungry...

[Otho Sarus]

"Lost, are we?" The voice came from behind her, carrying the cares of age in its pitched, warbling tone. "Hah, I'm sure that the General wouldn' take none too kindly you a-sittin' in his seat little one."
An old, frail looking man stood in the doorway behind her. He was bent double with age, as if he carried a heavy burden, and his thin, spindly limbs clutched a tall wooden staff, as if his legs were not capable of supporting him by themselves. The old man's face was lined and wrinkled, and his skin seemed pale and thin. Only his eyes stood out - deep vibrant purple, the same colour as the flowing robes that he wore - which trailed on the floor, making his feet impossible to see.
To all around him, the old man looked as if he were on the verge of collapse. One almost imagined they could see death hovering at his shoulder, waiting for his impending time to claim the old man - but they would be wrong.
Otho Sarus was a sorceror of immense power, and his image was a clever combination of transfiguration and illusion, to retain his anonymity and protect him from prying eyes.

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She was about to doze off when she heard the voice, wavering, but clear. As his voice, the look in his eyes betrayed there was more to the thin, old, seemingly weak man Caelin saw standing near her. She pushed herself up and folded her legs underneath her, being fully able to look at the man now instead of peeking up from her previous position.

"Think he'll kill me for it? If not I think I'll wait and see what he does about it. I'm hungry and totally beaten from walking around endlessly. Not my favorite thing to do when just arriving in a new place. Hmm...I talk too much..." She rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose a little before continuing in a tired tone of voice. "Yes, I am lost."

Her frail figure slumped forward onto the table from just above the waist, her head resting on her arms. A little display of defeat. Something she would never admit however. She looked somewhat like a little black spider on the shiny surface. She yawned behind her arm and eyed the man sideways. "Any chance you would tell me how to get out of here?" She asked, her voice slightly muffled by her arm, her eyes only half visible through black, silky bangs that fell into her face.

[Otho Sarus]

Otho watched with detached curiosity as the small woman before him lolled about on the table in abject defeat, seemingly uncaring about who's seat it was, or where she was exactly.
"Any chance you would tell me how to get out of here?" She had asked.
Otho laughed deeply, "Like this." With that the old man clicked his fingers, and a doorway that hadn't been there before opened slowly. Or had it? Perhaps she had just neglected it in her abject defeat and self pity, or perhaps the old man was a magician. The latter seemed unlikely judging by his slight frame and appearance, but as one went to look back for the old man, turning away from the now open door - he was nowhere to be found. Silently he had vanished into thin air. Perhaps he had never been there, and she really was tired indeed, having imagined an old man with ridiculously deep purple eyes. Such a thing was the stuff of daydreams, it had to be.
The now open doorway hummed with the bustle of people moving to and fro about their business, walking down one of the many halls that led to the main doors of the keep, their varied garb creating a vivid pattern of ever changing colours, as the sea of people beyond the doors headed home - either to their rooms, or out of the keep to their own houses within the city.

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She followed the movement of his hard to-wards the now visible door. Had it been there before? It hadn't, had it? Not that it mattered much. It was there. A way out of this place and into the vast mass of people outside, offering her the promise of a decent meal later on. Things were starting to look up.

She stood up, leaving a small round stone behind on the seat, and was about to thank the man for his help when she discovered he was gone. "What the? Right...thanks...Whoever you were..." She muttered softly as she walked backwards to the door, scanning the room one last time. Was she losing it? He had been there, she was sure of that. Or was she? Caelin rubbed her eyes and shook her head. This place was definitely weird.

With a small shrug she turned and went through the door, disappearing into the sea of people.

(Woei. Closed!)