"During the gap when the midnight patrol changes shifts." The man in black placed a finger on the tower entrance.
"Eveline, you'll climb the tower and drop the rope. We only have five minutes. Everyone has to get up before the guards make their next round." He looked up at Eveline. "Will that be enough?"
"Of course it will." Eveline tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over Ron. "But I have a question. Aren't we supposed to be infiltrating?"
She pointed in Ron's direction. "Are you sure this man is here to infiltrate rather than storm the auction house?"
"We'll enter through the tower. At this hour, there shouldn't be any guards in the auction house. Of course, if anything goes wrong, we'll have to rely on Geralt and Ron."
"Fine." Eveline tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, glanced at Ron, and slightly curled her lips.
"Looks like I'll need to prepare a thicker rope. Otherwise, I'm afraid it won't hold this big guy."
The man in black did not respond. His finger moved down the blueprint. "After entering the auction house, we'll go downstairs to the vault. Quinto will pick the locks, we'll clean out the vault, then leave through the secret passage."
"A secret passage?" Geralt straightened away from the wall. "Why not enter through the passage directly?"
"I only know that the passage exit is inside the vault. As for the other end, trust me—if I could find it, why would I need to hire you?"
Ron rolled the sword hilt in his palm, seemingly still unaccustomed to the feel and weight of the standard longsword.
"What security measures in the vault do we need to watch out for?"
"Nothing much. There's only a rope on the first floor connected to an alarm bell. If