Sir Kai scaled the tree with the grace of a cat, his movements swift and silent. He launched himself toward the second-floor balcony, grabbing onto an ornamental ledge that clearly wasn't designed to support the weight of a fully grown man.
For a few agonizing seconds, he dangled there like an idiot before finally hauling himself up and rolling into the room with as much dignity as possible.
It was the housekeeper's quarters—empty, as expected. The servants were all occupied with their duties elsewhere. He paused, scanning the modest furnishings before stepping fully inside.
The air was thick with humidity, the night heavy with the scent of damp earth. In Durpol, it was common practice to leave windows open at night, allowing the breeze to refresh the chambers. The residents welcomed the cool air.
