Auren goes in the back-door.

Leaning closely to the back door, Auren listens for movement.  A monotonous creak reverberated through the walls, indicating a nervous pacing on the second floor.  Low murmers blurred through the door.  He knew at once that it was the sounds of Kateria and Lord Kincep.  Judging by the pitch, they were having an argument.
     "There is not time," her voice wafted out, "I must take the relic."  Only some of the argument could be made out, "I must leave."
     Auren had to make a move before she disappeared again.  He slid through the doorway, a pantry to the left and a guest room to the right, he made his way for the steps leading to the second floor.  Every step must be gentler than the last as the floor boards above creaked with movement. 

Meanwhile Raddick and Groth circle the cellar door.  The hinges rattle and clank as something from inside stirs.  Reacting on instinct Groth swings at the massive doors and does very little damage.  The left dormer swings open and a figure rolled out with great dexterity.  Raddick flashes into action sending his blades into a flurry, drawing first blood.   
     The rogue leaps back and surveys his exit.  He turns to see a fellow mercenary making his way along the side of the mansion.  The rogue looks back to face his attackers only to see the flash of steel come down with great force upon him.  Groth smiles as the rogues blood spurts into the air.







Auren takes each stair with caution.  He breathes in and out with each step, testing the boards with his toes before pressing his weight.  Half-way up a short but crisp 'creeeek' shot out from under him.  He stopped with wide eyes.
     "Shhh, what was that?" the black assassin whispered to her cohort.