Quietly forcing the backdoor open, Grigri tiptoed around the wooden floorboard, feeling them bend under his weight, slowly creaking, keeping his focus on the living he was heading for, muffling all sounds he inadvertently produced, ascending steps one by one, lightly pushing door to the soldier's room, this woman was not betrothed to anyone, but she seemed to have quite a few sisters, two of the youngest clinging to her.
This was not too problematic, Grigri only needed to plant the horn, but he needed to make sure the soldier would be the one to find it first, it could otherwise implicate bystanders, and no one sane wanted that, as such, the headless looked around the room for a good place to put the report.
