The rattling of a lock as Ludwig struggles to open the door to his room. His hair slightly dewy, and he wore but a white long-sleeved camisa and brown pants, a small towel and a bean slingbag on his arm.

Slippery hands. The key is flung away, dropping near the approaching Kaelara's footsteps as she's close to climbing all of the stairs.

"[b]Shit... Oh. Hey, you- you're one of them. Going to find that missing princess, aren't you? You look like the type.[/b]"

Something's clicking. The sound of something actively clicking. A second passes, and his resolve is in question.

"[b]Say, would you indulge me in a hypothetical? Say you have a package to be delivered strictly only to the recipient who turns up missing... You've already been paid for going to deliver it, and there turns out to be an additional, unrelated bag of coins for finding the recipient who at this point is most likely, well, dead... Would you still try to deliver it?[/b]"