[He keeps pace, picking his way carefully around the obstacles that have tumbled from the shelf they displaced. The candlelight glints off the doorknob as they draw closer, illuminating the patches where it's grown worn under the brush of countless fingers.]
Hopefully the owner of the building doesn't think to lock up their supplies.
[Or guard them. That would be incredibly awkward.]
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Hopefully the owner of the building doesn't think to lock up their supplies.
[Or guard them. That would be incredibly awkward.]