Chapter Two - 'Twilight's creatures index, edt 50'.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." her stern and rustic gravel was so well toned that anyone would think she was a male. She also was all slouched and poorly pretend postured. All the typical careless features a young man would take.
He stood over a shady guy who was failing to blend in with the crowd of this slum. This freak was spying through some window of a random tavern. The tavern sign above had no writing to it, just a busted clawed through sign that once was a picture of a bed with two moons above it. It looked like some feral monster of nine claws in one paw scored through it. The place was very dirty, beaten up, and lacked the human attention in it overall deco and smell. It made the vampire spying through the grimy window even more sore thumb. This poor excuse of a vampire trying to pretend to be a slum human. The 'borrowed' blood-stained clothing worn on top of his cleaner finery. In a glance, anyone would feel off about the vampires presence. The rich linen underneath and smell of being bathed in nice soaps. No... that man wasn't a slum human at all.
She wipes her chin, scratching in pretend growing in beard. I've been gutted chuckle, as a more wicked idea to use this man was most brilliantly thought. The man went to make a run, and she acted faster. He was not ready to be taking on a half vampire. Given that it's her day job, this sorry excuse was just in the right place at the right time. She makes quick of binding his arm backwards and then temporally knocking him out. Unlike humans, he isn't going to sleep long from this method. But it's long enough.
So now it was a matter of interest about why this man was spying and what form. Sure enough, inside was an overly heavy robbed pair of dunces making some slick deal. They both didn't smell in keeping of this slum tavern, and they looked even cleaner than the spying vampire. Not only were they overly dressed underneath those cloaks in a seedy part of the city. Adding this sort of thing should never be beside holy grounds. Unless one of them is a priest. Yeah creamy gold trim glints in the dim candle tavern light, the right hand has a sun charm bracelet. So the sun church is cutting themselves some sort of deal. It would put this spy she knocked unconcise to be in a worse position if he the one found to be they real culprit behind the stealing. Yes... then she could maybe earn a little reward for selling the freak out to hoodies here. So who is the church of the sun greasing dirty hands with?
"This is an interesting tangle here." She looked at the reflection of someone in a bright deep blood red suit, a pale skin tells her everything obvious. This reflection guy is a vampire. But when she looked actually at her side, there isn't anyone there. So its worse than a vampire. A vampire phantom is a blood mist of sentient self action, only old bloodlines or pure bloods tend to own one. But in mastery of it takes years of a vampires dedicated life of practice. A bite of a phantom isn't visible but it is the ticket to a half vampire loosing possession of their own body. A bite from a phantom is nothing life changing for a full blood human and is a safer healthier method of vampires to take blood from victims.
So this is a difficult tangle. There is ways of persuading the phantom but feral vampire phantoms can't be sorted until the feral vampire is gone. But this big grin guy isn't feral... he been studying her prolonged working of things out as she was of him.
"So we have one spy. One priest. A shady cloaked vampire across from said priest. A blessing oath on paper between them. And you. You are a blood phantom." She continues this role of male but she knows a phantom senses blood, his going to know she's pretending to be a man. More then that... a old vampire that been around the block will like know what her family history is in just the smell of her blood or taste. But even so, everyone has reason for keeping to themselves.
"Well all three of these guys before me aren't my friends." The phantom frowns, "That bit of paper oath is important to me. Just as you so happen to have my spine on you." She sighed glad that the phantom was just another tool in this situation then a hinderance. Just as handy as the man tied up under her feet and the debt owed for her getting that paper and bones to the vampire that owns this phantom.
"So I am just going to do my thing. You going to love it. I need this guy for something. Would you keep him from running while I get that bit of paper? The best part is, we can blame it all on this knocked out guy." The phantom churns his thoughts about and she already slips herself into the bar.
Giving the phantom no chooses but to play along with the cross dressing half vampire. He hasn't even made up is mind about trusting her at all but here she was doing his bidding without even making some oath, pact or promises. No, she clearly was up to something at her own game. He so happened to be another convenient guy, like mister black eye in ropes under this window. Before he could even finish summary of all these events.
The priest was hang upside down naked from a chandelier. The slave seller was turned to ashes, a silver dagger wedge were his heart used to be. The bar own was paid generously for the mess. She back out all smug, a new hat from no where hiding away her filthy dirty filled hair. She was very tanned for a half vampire, that she purposely bathed in sunlight for skin glow. She seems untrust worthy, but yet for whatever reason, she not his enemy either. Yet.
"So here's the deal." She throws the roped spy over shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes. The slight hint that he was waking from a daze, she already give the man another black eye. Back down his head sunk. The phantom materialled into a visible form that all humans would be able to at least see his presence, "If I happen to be at a place where they have some of your bones at, I will fetch them. Any church, even the tech ones. I don't want do this in loyalty or false pretence. I already have a bit of a bother with the churches, and you just happen to have some your remains across several of these same churches. If anything, your some excuse that they aren't going to realize what really is missing." She is deadpan honest and that took the phantom by surprise, "We can keep this as our little secret. You already likely know a lot about me from just my smell, because vampires are freaks over smells. I am not going out of my way fetching your bones, but I can if you have something more to bring on this little deal."
"You're slick for a sly..." he takes pause in trying to still get over how fast she was in that bar second ago, "Ugh..." He wants to say hunter or female but his not sure if she pretending to be a hunter as she is pretending to be a man. This is made all the worse with the black widow on her shoulder pointing at the phantom. He had even snarled and went to attack it, but she blocks him, "Don't you know what sort of spider that is?" He spat.
"Clearly someone's pet or even friend. I don't want you to murder them." She very gentle towards the spider, and her way of phrasing wasn't suitable in talking about a normal human relationship, "In fact, I was going to take this little fella to someone that loves spiders. They have appreciation for the small types." She leaned careful the more into the nicer streets they are traveling. She clearly limping, and smells of fresh sweet blood. It was rather distracting and complete loosing the phantoms train of thoughts in what he wants to focus on. Which was who this is and why she doing this. The spider seals any sort point of this being a secret out the window, and she doesn't even consider it. Ignorant of somethings, blind to others and complete able to see the world in way a vampire does already. This poor lass needs a guide or someone to keep her from breaking vampire code of ethics.
"We need to talk about this when your not about to bleed to death." The phantom ruffed, and she has nod of understanding this issue. Maybe that her sweet untouched nature works in her favour for being a toxic mind wipe. The phantom can't even think about all the facts he should know about her. This comment in about her bleeding confirms he wasn't able to care to discern what bloodline she is from. Gladly she doesn't want to know it either, she never has care and so why now? She wouldn't be in this situation of things if it were different to how vampires react to her or humans. Stuck in a between wedge.
"Well, just play along this." It's all she can ask of him. She takes a sharp turn to a dark alley and now she was planting some very dirty evidence across this spy.
Not only does the spy have a fake version of that paper the phantom wanted. She had one made in preparation, all thanks to being a promotion freak in sleep. The fake document was quite authentically made with church paper and a mock seals - stuff she stolen across many churches since she started this travelling with her hunter master. She put a crest dagger of some vampire queen, a little present she had from her past.
She looked at the spies nice clothes and gathered he was in service to the vampires that have power over the royal vampires (a complicated drama she doesn't spend time caring about why). And to really make this guy be sent to his grave for good measures, a poker chip with the slaver black market. The same poker chips found on that guy she ash dusted in that tavern just a moment ago. Anything to do with the criminal underground brought to mainstream was instant money for a hunter like her.
If anything add all these extra lies on him was jacking up her pay grade signific. So now she just needed some sort of plausible excuse for how she captured him... A spill of blood and beer on all over him. Yes, the vampire was so drunk in spiked beer that he was slow for her to capture. A few touched on herself, say some forced bite on her arm armour. Yup, good enough for self defence. She meant to be some novice, so leaving some dagger or like his pockets unchecked was important. She doesn't even bother about his wallet, just to prove a point that she was too busy about the whole thing that checking him down didn't occur to her. So now she was all sorted, she now was improperly dragging the guy across. She was making it tough work. The phantom couldn't even believe that a half vampire would bother this sort of slow torture. But it all was about to make a lot of sense once she turned corner onto a market street of the bazar in this city. The phantom stood dumb struck of who she was trying to wool over whose eyes, and it was working.
"There you are, apprentice!" The plague mask muffled speech and the only high ranked hunter across the world to have permit to execute royal vampires and grandmaster bloodlines on sight. Even in wearing that thick mask, that tilted head was most totally a scowl of both bewilderment and maybe disappointment, "When I told you to fetch me my holy water supplies. Dragging a vampire pretending to be a slum scum wasn't what I asked for."
"Sorry boss. I was on my way when he got a little tipsy. The staggered guy was walking out some tavern at the back of the church. He just well." She drops him on the floor between them, "He was stood outside the place acting strange. I left him be like you would have told me to. When I was coming back to tell you some news, he caused quiet the stir of the place. He was very drunk."
"That's a vampires. They don't get drunk on human drinks." She huffed and pointed and the master hunter lowered, "Oh, spiked blood drink. That's illegal." She acts all exhausted from it, or maybe she was. She plenty injured and with her own broken leg, "What the hell?" He took out that dagger, "You didn't even bother to mug him? You always mug them."
"Being in the slum area of town doesn't give you time to mess around. I didn't want my catch to wake up before I could show off I can hunt. I thought I had already disarmed him." The master of this pair sighed and roughed through all the other bits. The dagger. The paper. The poker chip. A broach with a hidden poison vile. Not only to add salt to this wound she didn't even intend for there to be. His wallet was thick of money, drugs and some business cards to some major vampire duke lands. This guy was a bigger fish that shouldn't have been incapacitated by his apprentices, "Oh, there was something else. Another reason I was in a rush to find you. I didn't actually be able to get your fills. Not only was the sun church been attacked in some strange attack. The suppose assailant is running around with a sword relic. And sure enough that guy. He was fighting in that tavern with a fancy sword. If anything I thought he was off his brains. We both know that vampires avoid silver. But here this guy, waving a freaking church sword." She removed the now broken pummel of the confessional kings sword, "I thought it was his only weapon when I was trying to get things under control."
"Oh boy... I don't know if your just stupid or damn lucky." taking the weapon quickly, "This is likely the relic sun church has missing." she lays on that thick of surprise, "But clearly they broken it. And it would weaken the divine relic enough to wielded by an ancient bloodline like this guy." She poses all so what about it all, "Oh gods save me from this idiot." The master being all fed up, "I explain after a meal. We take this guy back with. Since his your catch, you drag him. But I will carry all these." She sighed displeased about this.
"I don't think he should." the red phantom appearing stood over the spy in ropes, "Well what I mean is. If this was the guy that not only had my land deeds of my mansion and part of my bones. But his not one my men. I willing to pay you more for this guys head than whatever small fees you scratch from it."
"No. no. Since my apprentice caught the man. It will be pay to my apprentice. I would rather a relied source with no strings attached." Master hunter just trying to keep his human apprentice from having dirty hands with vampire aristocrats, church scum and black market thugs.
Accepting money or any sort of payment from the red devil looks bad on most new hunter's resume's. The oath of hunter keep track records for ranking and mission levels. A lot like how the adventure's guilds systems are the same for monster kills, fetch requests and odd jobs. But hunters are strictly vampire and criminal specialist. Occasionally hired for seeking money payments from many vampires that don't run business clean and fairly paying to his workforce. Hunters need a clean track record to keep the licence. Or face becoming adventures in shady business contracts. No one works off books unless they had something else to hide. The lass is only hiding her gender, she doesn't need more. 'She is not a vampire halfling or anything' - so her master thinks.
"Says the guy with a queens dagger and a grandmaster death broach in his pocket. None of this is bowing well no matter who or which since."
The phantom and the hunter master are both interrupted with not only the apprentice punching the daylight of the vampire spy. A moment as behind her was a message runner from the sun church. A white ragged cloak church man wearing nothing underneath it. He is just in a loosely flapped rob in panic and hope to beg for protection. This day can't get any better of the arrive and panto that naked priest gasping about the broken divine relic being out in public. Right as the preist was about to ask questions, pointing about the two blacken eyes in ropes. Everyone's fell eyes of the apprentice that isn't able to stand back up. His foot pointed the wrong direction.
"Oh boy, well maybe the struggle to drag his catch was a valid concern. I forget that some you phantoms can smell blood even if its bruised skin." The master collared his welp. A swift sharp stab of sending this spy to ash. Now the priest was going to have to make do as the prize to collect money for reward. The priest as every bit in part of the discovery as the spy and was a more able confessional speaker then the unwilling vampire spy.
Together they came to the hunter's rest to have a move civil and legal conversation about everything.
The phantom glad was willing to stick around. The phantom of red devil gave his willing twisted lies into what he witnessed the apprentice doing, putting a plausible spin in some crafted tale she made. Staying with the blood spiked drinking story, the three way table of dirty exchanging. The phantom of the red evil really more wanted to spy about this 4th highest ranking hunter and his strange half-vampire apprentice that is also lady dressed like a man. He was willing to waste this sensitive time in this tangle web of back stab and interest. Although he can't help but sense he was every bit right to hold bad feelings. He hasn't felt this twisted knot notion in a very long time, and unease of whatever she really going with all this.
In the meanwhile, she has been bedridden and left alone for more than plenty of time. There have been a couple of close calls for human professionals to figure her out as a woman. But she was extra more careful in having to double up in holy water drinks and bathing in holy water to hold back any vampire aspects that the oath hunters would be suspect of. Although the game was up in hiding, she was a natural half born to her master. He was going to figure it out eventually, and he proved it by swapping one of her bottles of holy water for blood.
Holy water looks like human blood but doesn't smell or taste anything. Machine data shows it is a chemical mimic of blood. Yet there isn't any study proof of why vampires can tell a difference. It, however, being chemically mirrored, means that it is used for medical blood transfusions and means you sell your soul to a church in order to have your hands on it. Producing holy water or where it's really sourced from a secret. It is so secret that the blood treaty between humans, royal vampires, and grandmasters has been pledged to keep it that way. Everyone knows it would cause wars. The northerner humans of the nation built for hunters especially were prevented this secret. They would case world war and collapse major society fundamentals. Holy water is also illegal in the vampire ran countries, as it is practically the same as any other murder weapon in the eyes of vampires.
The more important part of where these holy water and blood facts come from was that it was documented in this book hidden in the fake church memorial. Little Miss had completely finished reading the 'creature index'. There was writing in the front and back pages where notes of creatures have not been added to the index yet. So there are ever expanding volumes of creatures pages. There were creatures added and removed in every edition. This was the 50th edition, meaning there was a lot added and removed since that 1st edition.
But everything this book detailed made her world make sense. Just reading everything this book offered was amazing educational insight that only vampires tend to know about the 'twilight'. There are two authors of this index - a lord grandmaster and a human. This book is meant to explain and educate the human of this pair what the human can't see. In-depth details of how to tell what creatures are even if you can't see them. That spider... It's in here. There is an entire chapter dedicated to the arachnid verse shelled kingdoms. Beetles are at civil war with arachnids. The spider kingdoms are ruled by two elder spiders who work together as genderless king and queen. Both look after brood of learning smaller spiders and send out soldiers to spy on humans and other creatures. All in fear of being wiped out during their toss against the shelled beetle kind. It was already apparent that she sided with spiders over beetles. She used to eat the beetles when the slave owners starved her. She protected and saved spiders constantly from peril. No, making a mends of any friendships now she knew this truth.
But the important point was that she was known to aware of what she sees as the truth that humans can't. As it was explained on the opening page of the index. Humans aren't adapted with the eye receptors to see these hidden creatures that vampire named beings of 'twilight'. A term used on accidental times but no vampire has ever spilt the beans about the truth of these creatures living alongside humanity all this time. All the strange attacks, freak of nature events, and abnormal acts from what are considered animals. When really there were animals like wolves and mountain cats that can turn into humans. Some trees are actually elder species that can communicate when you learn how to. The little people, bug people, and even what humans played off as fairies are real.
Her younger misunderstood patchy memories of the nicer parts of her childhood made more sense now. That she wasn't the cause of conjured flowers where she walked; it was that her secretly saved these hidden lives with bread crumble or willingness to be injured in the place of the creatures suffering. All that hell to save imaginary friends and made real friendship with a statue. The statue was a real twilight example, but they aren't in this book. Even the bad parts of her times, taking punishment because the humans blamed things she didn't do.
Her life of hell made sense, and now she can fully accept her hell with open arms. Still keeping in the caution that not everyone knows what the hell she is doing. Her mentor of training to be an Oath hunter is assumed a bitten turned human, but he doesn't have the eyes to see her monsters in the shadows. Maybe rather she should accept she's the pet to some monster in the shadow. Moving on from giving herself the utter creeps.
Once the hunter's health doctor gave her the all clear to work again, she didn't go straight to her master side. Rather, she would be productive and actively go do some spiders some favours. It is these spiders that have been helping with these big fish. The spy peeking in the trade wasn't the only situation that some exotic spider was spying, too. Her previous scores were because of spiders. So now she will tactically know exactly what to do to make them give her more thugs for bounties. She can claim reputation counts for.
Also, she had a lot of dreams while her bones were knitting together. She was going off to prepare for those outcomes, too. She needed to do what she was told, which was holy water refills. In addiction of atoning for being the cause of the death of many lives and acting because she felt guilty for it. She was going to be some able body to help move rubble of the broken church walls. Not only were there still buried human corpses from the attack underneath here. There are so many things hidden in that rubble that were victims of that attack, too, who weren't humans. It was more butter to bread when it came to be slowly gained favour among the twilight. While taking her sin by the hand and accepting this was the choice she took to stay alive. There would be more like this, but these were the first. Likely, she wasn't going to stay around after the rubble was moved and the corpses were idenitifed every time she caused another accident like this again. She knows she will again... and it will get harder to make those chooses the more often they happen. There are too many nightmares than dreams. But all to stop the largest nightmare of them all.
She had time after days of lifting wall segments and came to a small public gathering; a message carrier shouting news to the whole town about the events that transpired this past week. From the criminal investigation into the fake nun, the return of the holy relics, a shamed man of the cloth being executed for transpiring with vampires and that the significate damage to the church was repaired in time before its total foundational collapse. Services of prayer will be back in the halls in 4 weeks' time. However, she will be gone by then.
Her hunter boss is leaving this week. She was only allowed to hunt in his supervision for licencing purposes. So she wasn't going to get a reward for that vampire or the priest. It was over due, and when her master found out she was a half vampire, he changed drastically in her treatment overnight. Which was worse and better. How is that works is complicated.
As she is coming to the end of her shopping and preparing. When she went to prepay their train tickets at the station. That black widow came back to her attention. Now she knew better from that book, she followed its pointing directions. She was being directed to a station building at the end of the tracks. How she got past the ticket gate was because it made it take this strange route through back office doors. It was no surprises that with the vampire language used as signage, this was the vampire side of the train station. It was a maze of corridors, and it was completely empty. It's likely because most vampires don't like being awake for sunlight hours. It's a preference then biological necessity like humans who can be both day or night sleepers.
The spider takes her to an office. It should be the night stations manager's office. It jumped onto the door and taps. The handle moved of its own accord, and the whole thing opens. She stares a lot. The spider waved she needed to walk in. A big deep breath and with soft care walks into this office. This wasn't at all what she was expected to be doing. She should be buying train tickets. But now she took one look at the chairs. The thing sitting with back turned her way. Everything jiggled a recall of a dream she had or part of the many dreams she had seen. Everything was connected. This office was of many ticket offices she will need to forge documents in. Most churches and other vampire estate places.
"Little girl, you seem to make my spiders happy. You keep protecting them. You keep helping them. Now they feel that you are doing things you shouldn't. Rather, you're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble if we don't step in soon." The sickly thin man was not breathing at all. He sits not in the manager seat but a guest seat. He offered her to sit in the guest seat beside. She looked about at the office many spiders infesting across timetables, master train information, and even trains that were going to be on track next year. She took in all this private intel... there was even a special train that was bought by some high vampires that has a route set. It ignores the public and time schedules, but it has been accounted for here. Once she made her mental note, she took a seat at that chair as she was asked.
"Does me helping you types make such a big problem?" she speaks naturally in her normal voice and with gentle tone as she would to them always.
"Well, yes and no. The vampire has helped us stay hidden." She shook at this.
"There a vampire out there teaching a human. I will respectfully give you such proof. I don't want to carry around a book of secrets if I can help it. The less I carry, the easier it is for me to get on with things." She removed the book, "This was the only one I removed. But..." He stick arms can barely hold the book up, so she softly place it the the desk edge for them. Spiders came to crawl and inspect the book. Pages opened and flipped about, "I suspect it's imperfect. All of them drafts of some larger potential collection." They take stop, "I think I can understand why vampires are protecting you lot from humans. I truly get it... since I am stuck between. I have always been able to see you types... but I dismissed it as some sort of active coping mechanism or just imagination. But now I read that book, I have already walked into your world blindly. I know I am in danger."
The mass of acting like a person was at a clouded war of itself, bending erratically of the swarms thinking so many thousands of thoughts. Yet it soon soothed into a swaying, and she tilted in fascination of its sombre relaxing.
"For as there are many creatures in this world, we are all lumped together as twilight. But we actually own different separate things. Just as we would say about humanoids." She softly nods in sharing this premise. There are a lot of two leg walking beings, but they are all different. Even humans are different species of humans, "You should have stayed among the vampires if you're so talented of sight. Vampires keep and teach those of the sight. But why you?" She shook as it was better to never lie to the spiders. She knows she should never do so. They are the silent witnesses of all boarders and the spread of all rumours if they so wished it. She gets it now. This was the fastest way to spread gossip of all manner of things. It just had to matter to these spiders to care about what they spread as rumours. In hindsight of so many dreams, she knows she can curve some truths. Not lie but not give them everything... and that was for the best. If they disliked her, she would be fed to some dragon in a mountain between the eastern dunes and the northern petal.
"One of your spiders knows I am the caster of that church nonsense." Several waved in unison of agreeing, "But... I need blood, too. My master has suddenly changed how he treats me to find that out." The sickly man of webs crossed arms while there seemed an erratic jiggling too, unnatural but made sense for a body of spiders, web, and clothing.
"Oh? You're the undertakers apprentice? He thinks you're a vampire or half vampire."
"He knows I am a woman. He gets all blushed if I dress around him." they all chuckled, or at least the spiders were rolling about laughing, "To make things worse... I am not even an adult to vampires. I would be a young adult soon to humans. But... I age slow. I haven't come to be a lady just yet." they all stop messing about, and she coughed a little in that embarrassment. Then again, spiders are everywhere. There is no such thing as privacy. They live in toilets and bath houses and don't share human 'privacy'. But this sickly figure thinks things over, "Look, I am telling you because you keep occurring as some theme in my dreams. The reason I bothered at that church. That attack was worth its hassle. When I was young, I had this dream of the future... and it wasn't nice. It was my first time seeing dreams. Ever since when I changed some outcome, I get some results in my dreams. I get to see the consequences of my actions even before I even knew I made them." She can't read that body language, and she knows why she can't. "You're not even a person underneath all those rags. You are a colony of spiders. I know because I dreamed about it. This room. I was looking at those papers because of those trains... I need to know them for when I go to other churches."
There were plenty of spiders in all corners of this place. The room was filling of more of them. There are so many sizes, shapes, and colours. A scorpion, some centipids along the book being lifted and carried off. Several stranger bugs aligned, staring at her. Ant queen, a wasp, a beetle, and well... she doesn't know what that thing is. Is that even a bug? It's not a fey like in that book sourcing. It was black and misty. She wasn't uncomfortable about looking at them all. She had seen a glimpse of all these things before. These were just a taste of the micro-kingdoms.
"Yet here I would have thought you have no clue what I am. You're a vessel to a god." She shook, not sure of that, "You are only vessel we acknowledge to have knowledge of us, with sight but carry human blood." The hand webs pose forwards, "We" waved to the desk of aligned things and itself, "going to make a deal. You continue helping my agents. I give you some neat hunter rank jobs around whatever you're trying to achieve." She looked worried, "Besides these hunts are upsetting everyone, even humans and vampires need these folks taken care of." That helped her morals, so these hunt jobs are affecting the twilights, "We will reward you by paper bases, like a hunter would." She not sure about taking the hands but she will, "but you can not talk about this with anyone else. Not even the Red Devil's phantom, who is taking a liking to you stealing his bones for him. You can ask questions to your master if they are properly and carefully worded. Not all of us twilight are." posing a human gesture of thinking about it, "on the same page." It pointed up like it was smart thinking, "Yes. That human phrase." She nods at this. The form collapses into a pile of clothing and webs. The spider scatter fast and through all cervices of this office.
She looked at the time and then cursed to herself. She stood and tried the handle. The door is locked. She huffed and that she stuck in here again. Her dream did warn her that they do this. They will test her like this a lot. They are teaching her a lesson about being traceless if she failed getting out of this room in a suitable fashion. The deal would be off. At least she had enough retries in her dreams. This was the final pass.
Well, there is always something if she digs around enough. Unlike her dreams where opening draws was impossible. She has no quails in stealing and riffling in other people stuff. She ransacks the place. Finds mail address to the station master from the vampire royal family and the grand master purest. All in talking about train services and shipping things. She finds a hidden compartment of land deeds in here and some money. A key to some vault. She is going to need it in the future. Another bunch of rings that have seals, make forgery letters with. She spent some time at this desk writing out and adding a bunch of fake documents among these real ones, all stuff to off show time services for her advantage. Now she found the emergency keys, she unlocked and left. Most of the keys she wasn't going to need again thrown among the chaos of the ransacked office. Running to go find her angry master of the hunt, ready for his disappointment to not follow simple instructions.