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So far, it seems that you are not fated to suffer from your mistakes here, for as soon as you turn around the street corner, you come across a whole bank of windows more than large enough for you to haul the hand-cart through. But while you take some solace that you are going to be able to make your escape as you envisioned, you cannot say that you are particularly happy about your find here. For starters, these windows face the street corner, which seems to be relatively well trafficked, making it effectively impossible for you to escape unseen. Following that, they are also on the opposite side of the building that your room is located, which would obviously make sneaking out much more involved. But the condemning stroke is that if you have figured the layout of the house correctly, then these windows are on the portion of the first floor that you were not able to find a way into.
Desirous to do better, you continue your walk around the house, trying to remain as inconspicuous as six foot, four inch woman wearing a bright red cloak could be. Just as you are about to turn the far corner of the building, into the alley between it and what appears to be a private residence, you pass the second entrance to the building - which along with several of the windows closest to it have been bricked up. All of these bricked orifices of the building have been done up as painted placards to attract custom, all depicting a canopy bed with posts made of up spears. One of which even has the name of the establishment spelt out; the 'Poonist's Perch.
You have a hard time imagining that the proprietor as a harpoonist, or an Oiler or Whaler of any sort. In fact, it would be less of a stretch to imagine him as a whale, to be quite honest. Still, you are smiling to yourself as you turn the corner into the alley ... though that smile does not survive long. While there are large enough windows here as well, the ones that you can see immediately are bricked up as well. The first two are completely sealed shut, but the others have done so a thin slit runs the full height of the window frame, straight up and down the middle. If the rest of the windows facing away from the street are all like this ...
With a renewed sense of urgency, you pick up the pace, following the public house around its perimeter. When Strange-Staining activates unexpectedly, you feel as if your heart skips <span class="mu-i">several</span> beats, though before you can overreact anymore, you realize that this is where one of the men that you tracked to the room on the second floor got back onto the street from the hipped roof over this portion of the first floor. Still, your nerves are all a-fray ... until you come across an alley-facing window that has not been bricked up. Then a brace of them. Then an entire bank of them. Pressing further into the alley, you also find what appears to be your room, as its window was built as a slit, not modified into one.
