[Quiet Man Cometh]

Syrgei began with looking about the ground floor. It was easier to pass off accidental discovery as admiring the home without being too deep inside it, and windows made better exits when one was on the way out anyway. He was examining sheaves of papers in what looked to be a study when he heard sounds of new movement and murmured niceties in the main foyer before at least one pair of footsteps had left.

Perhaps it's time to move upstairs after all.

The papers in the study yielding nothing suspicious, or at least what Syrgei would have considered suspicious as far as he was able to tell. Document drafts, impersonal letters, fairly generic items to find in a work place given what the Minster was generally said to be up to. Anything the Minister may have wanted to keep close to his chest was elsewhere.

The stairs were long, many, and thankfully well carpeted. It was certainly easier to move about quietly without his customary armour on, but he also felt somewhat vulnerable without it. This was Kryta though, and he wasn't being shot at by angry tree-frogs with eyes the size of his head, so it could have been worse.

He was beginning to think that the minster liked inclines and uneven ceilings just for the sake of it. Not necessarily an oddity given the man had a floating rock garden in the likeness of his own head. After traversing up -and slightly down- several more flights he located several unoccupied bedrooms, and one very large suite. Master bedroom.

Syrgei heard further footsteps, wandering about the floor below.

Someone else is as curious as me, it sounds like...or a servant ran out of sausages.

He paused a moment to make sure no one was coming up the stairs, as if I could be sure which set. He stepped passed the threshold, then made a fast grab for the door frame as he started to tumble forward over his foot that was now stuck to the floor.

Clinging to the door frame, he looked down at his offensive shoe.

Not stuck, pinned, by a 6 inch tall spike punching neatly through the sole just a breath off of skewering his second toe.

That's...progress I suppose. Beyond his fortunately unfortunate toe the spikes continued out in a large expanse, at least one meter square. Okaaaay. This is something to think about.