Hmm, yeah, these papers are boring and, worse, don't seem to be super useful...at least to a farm girl. But she'll yoink the ledgers and records anyway - maybe something in them the Corsairs can use. Some of this stationary might be good for if they need to forge something, and that's a seal...yoink.
Before she moves on, though, a thought occurs. One time when she was very small and went with her Ma and Pa to market day, a neighbor had shown them a pretty box he'd bought his wife that, at first glance, just looked like a small box for holding whatever. But he'd then pressed a button hidden in the carvings, and, to her amazement, a compartment revealed itself from seemingly nowhere. Her Pa had said some people did similar with bigger pieces...
So she feels around, knocks, and listens intently. But despite trying her best, after some time, nothing pops up, literally or metaphorically. Aw, well, she tried. Maybe there isn't anything like that here, and she isn't about to literally tear it apart to find out. The owner might be a dastard, but this is a piece of art. You just don't do that unless you don't have a choice.
When she's done, she shuffles things around to try to hide that some of the contents are gone, and looks up over the desk. "Find anythin'?"
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Date: 2024-08-10 02:30 am (UTC)Before she moves on, though, a thought occurs. One time when she was very small and went with her Ma and Pa to market day, a neighbor had shown them a pretty box he'd bought his wife that, at first glance, just looked like a small box for holding whatever. But he'd then pressed a button hidden in the carvings, and, to her amazement, a compartment revealed itself from seemingly nowhere. Her Pa had said some people did similar with bigger pieces...
So she feels around, knocks, and listens intently. But despite trying her best, after some time, nothing pops up, literally or metaphorically. Aw, well, she tried. Maybe there isn't anything like that here, and she isn't about to literally tear it apart to find out. The owner might be a dastard, but this is a piece of art. You just don't do that unless you don't have a choice.
When she's done, she shuffles things around to try to hide that some of the contents are gone, and looks up over the desk. "Find anythin'?"