damned if you do

He had sent the invitation to the Rathskeller, to avoid it being intercepted by some hapless pretender at nobility at Edrei's home. After sundown, it had said. The door will be open, so walk on in. That, he assumed, would be more than enough to pique the fiery young woman's interest. And granted, whilst it wasn't her fire Lucas was interested in, she certainly made any conversation (and then some) enjoyable. When Edrei arrived (not if, of course, when), it would be to see Lucas standing before a seemingly innocuous wall, his arms folded across his chest. He was examining it intently, as though it might hold some sort of secret. Because, of course, it did. LUCAS making work for idle hands