Wrathion slips through the hallways upstairs, pausing to duck out of the way as a guard walks past and searching through for the room he needs. He remembers the layout, loosely, and a key is what they need. A token, of some sort. What will the token look like? He has no idea, but he'll work that out when he gets there.

There's a round of polite applause as people surge forward, announcing the final items of the auction, a lot of excited whispering and pleading of younger women from their sponsors there to bid for them. It is for charity, after all. Surely they could contribute...?

Wrathion waits until the guard has passed, slips out and darts down the hallway. He pulls out some tools and begins quickly picking the lock to the study door.

Make sure they keep bidding a while, he prompts, so I have time to search.

Surely Emilia can entice people to spend money?