“Goodnight boys… try not to wake Erras.” Gemma called as she followed Akros and Daemon. She had a quick peek down the corridor in both directions before closing the door.
“I hope Gen and Jet aren’t getting into trouble.” She frowned, worried because they hadn’t returned from the bathroom yet.
Genii calmly raised an index finger in a ‘give me a minute’ gesture before rushing off and hiding behind a shelf to throw up.
Luckily any servants were busy in the kitchens, clearing up from the groups’ feast, so they had a little time to find this old door. It would be locked, but nothing like the intricate seals and bolts at the other entrance.
“I was just starting to get used to it too…” Genii joked as he rejoined Jet. He took his jacket off and threw it aside - they were probably going to get dirty down here.
The barrels were filled with produce, but it shouldn’t be too difficult to move them.
Bellah smiled back at Aster. She felt the same way. “I suppose I am… twitterpated.” Bellah smirked, of course she’d heard Jet and Aster’s little conversation earlier - a bit of fabric was no match for her keen hearing.