>>18255336As per your very carefully thought out plan, your posse busts the steel door down, enters the castle's courtyard, and sneaks in through the castle cellar while the Escavaliers are busy dealing with the stables.
It's that kind of sly, sneaky, cunning sneak that only cunning sneaks such as yourself can pull off.
You can hear people conversing from the floors above you. They're talking about hot stuff, like sex, and innuendos, and people trying hard to be funny by making bad innuendos that only end up making them look awkward. That kind of stuff.
A party of some sort.
A reception."RECEPTION!"
The word alone speeds up your heart rate. Fearing that you may already be too late to play the role of the rogue hero, you quickly send the Accelgors off on to initiate the next step in your master plan.
Of course it's not like we'll be giving away their next contribution just yet!~ That'd spin-off some dramatic irony and everyone knows how that ruins any halfway-decent narrative.
"Accel, accel!"
"Accelgor!, acc!"
As sneakily as they entered, the two Accelgors escape into the upper floors via use of a convenient stairwell.
You should be on your way too. The Narrator may have time to rest to shower, eat, drink coffee, spoon the honey, and wank a wiggle or two out before succumbing to reader's interest and uploading the next part, BUT HELLO HELLO--THE HERO HAS NO TIME TO REST. AND THAT HERO IS YOU!
"O-Oof!"
An omnipresent force kicks your rump into gear.
A) Use the stairwell.
B) Snatch their rare and expensive jams and preservatives.
C) Taste some of their vintage wine, you're old enough to drink, why not?
D) Talk to the cellar's lone mental nutjob prisoner.
