Not harmless

[aivea]

A man wearing worn gloves, and looking like nothing more than a commoner who had made the mistake of living beyond his means recently, approaches one of the gates. He carries what looks like a handcrafted, rather large basket with a gaudy ribbon around it in his hands, and silently hopes that the one who'd made it had told no one it was their work.

"E-excuse me!" he calls to a passing guard. "May I have an audience with the queen to give her what I made for her in person?"

[Kender Bard]

The guard looks at the basket and chuckles very quietly, with a slight nod. "Certainly, though the Queen is currently out of the palace at the moment on important duty. Come with me, however, and you may wait for her in the reception hall, where you might have refreshments and entertainment while you wait." Turning on his heel, he strode through the halls towards the double doors that marked the reception hall.

[aivea]

"Thank you," the man says, then bites his tongue to keep him from asking what the important duty was. Curiosity kills cats, and it may not always be good for humans.

Quietly, he follows, and hopes he doesn't look too self-conscious. Perhaps the guards amusement was justified, but all the man could do if the item commented on was say that he'd tried, and he's aware of that fact.

[Kender Bard]

The reception hall was plush and comfortable. There was nobody else there at the moment, but regardless, soft music could be heard somewhere. The acoustics of the palace allowed sound to drift and echo far beyond its normal reach. A platter of delicacies was set out, as was a large pitcher of cool water. The guard nodded towards them, to indicate Sorin was allowed to have his fill, then left the room to take his post again.

[aivea]

Sorin looks over at the food, then gives into the temptation to try at least one of the delicacies. Giving himself a mental kick, he reminds himself of his task, and frowns slightly noticing the acoustics. In order to look a little more like he belonged, he slips the gloves off and into a coat pocket before straightening out what he could. The ribbon is also hidden, and he takes a look at his reflection in a small glass with an approving smile. After the alterations, he could pass at a glance for a servant out to collect the laundry, but doubts that he could be convincing past the bare surface.

As soon as he can no longer hear the guard's footsteps, he slips out of the room, and sets out toward where he feels would be the most likely location for Luminous to be found in.

[Kender Bard]

For a while, Sorin's plan works. Nobody gives him but the slightest of glances. It isn't until he gets closer to the general wing of the bedchambers does the scrutiny become close. Still, he's able to avoid any confrontations.

From a nearby room in the hallway, an infantile coo issues forth, followed by a peal of laughter and the soft tinkling of chimes from Luminous's mobile.

[aivea]

Sorin sighs as he slips into Luminous' room; even though no one else is there, the easy part was over, and he knows it. He pours a few drops of something onto a cloth, and rests it near Luminous. As soon as the baby falls asleep, he tosses the cloth aside, not knowing if it would be safe to have any further exposure. So long as he was careful, which he feels certain he is being, all that would happen was a deep sleep for long enough to get out of the area.

You better be happy with this Mathew... Otherwise, even if you do have three signs to my one, I'm going to at least take you down a bit.

Sorin opens the window, and puts Luminous in the basket before setting off at a run while holding the container which holds the stolen baby.