#dreaming

He dashes back to the laundry bin and grabs several pieces to try and pull on.

Well, he's a sidhe so whatever he wears will look FAB! But will it be convincing?

He hopes so. Maybe a bit more material around the armored arm... there we go

(Int plus Subterfuge if you like)

/roll 4

Yes, there we go, covered. It might just work!

His sword is back in its sheath, as much as he'd like to have it in hand, and with his head down and covered he makes his way to the door. Go big or go home!

He approaches, opens the door, and the guard looks out square at him "You got business in the West Tower or the East Tower?" The guard asks

"West."

"In you go then" He says and jerks a thumb to the west tower as he steps out of the way

And in he goes.

He takes just a moment to look around, stopping to adjust how his boot fits to cover it.

Looks like a stairwell from here leading up. Maybe Siv is at the top. Yeah, if it's not a dungeon it's ALWAYS the top

If there's no sign of a dungeon, then yes, that's where he'll head. Up. With his headgear low and collar up.

Upward he goes...

UP past the second floor, past the third, and finally to the fourth and top floor he comes to a door and hears behind the door a voice, with a terrible accent that can't decide if it's bad german or bad brazilian goes "No, Miss Siv... I expect you to drip!"

In a flash, he figures that if someone's talking to her she's probably awake, and she's a fighter (if she hasn't changed) and he's got the element of surprise..... he carefully tests the door handle to see if it is unlocked.

Shit. Its locked.

(Perception Plus Alertness again)

/roll 7

He finds the spare key tucked under the small rug in front of the door.

Whatever evil overlord lives here, his goons are lazy and stupid

He carefully unlocks the door, slow enough that the slight 'click' is minimized, and he silently unlatches and pushes the door open.

And he sees....