[ When Five enters the commotion in the House of Commerce it's well past midnight. Karsa's instruction to 'infiltrate' and find the beacon is barely enough motivation for him, but he has a suspicion that the banquet was pulled together to distract from what the ladies of the lake were doing in the forest. They may have even enabled them. He has a strong desire to make his opinion known before he finally washes his hands of this village.
The auction is loud and lively, and Five is small enough that he slips by with barely a need to teleport inside. He turns a few heads, some disapproving of a kid being there if not outright shoving him aside, and he barely expends the energy to flash them a cutting smile as he passes through. He recognizes the Master of Commerce at a distance and stalks him silently from across the room, making note of where he comes and goes. Who he talks to. Eventually he notices him sneak into the study. A locked door is nothing to him. He can either wait for him to leave, or assume he's alone and take care of this now.
And if he grabs a glass of wine off someone's table while he's deciding, no one could blame him. He earned it. ]
bait & beacon
The auction is loud and lively, and Five is small enough that he slips by with barely a need to teleport inside. He turns a few heads, some disapproving of a kid being there if not outright shoving him aside, and he barely expends the energy to flash them a cutting smile as he passes through. He recognizes the Master of Commerce at a distance and stalks him silently from across the room, making note of where he comes and goes. Who he talks to. Eventually he notices him sneak into the study. A locked door is nothing to him. He can either wait for him to leave, or assume he's alone and take care of this now.
And if he grabs a glass of wine off someone's table while he's deciding, no one could blame him. He earned it. ]