Sometimes, a simple task was never so simple. Most had been reasonable in regards to her requests, but it seemed that the more entered, the more 'eccentric' they grew to be. It was one thing to come into the entryway on an innocent expedition; it was entirely another to rifle through possessions, talking openly about picking locks. The men at least appeared not to be interested in the front door, but that could be the end result of their task. And after she had let one pair slip through her grasp, Tear was not about to let this go so easily.

The Melodist quietly stepped forward from her position in the shadows, her eyebrow arching in veiled annoyance. Most probably wouldn't have expected her to appear in such a manner; Tear occasionally had the habit of sneaking in at the least opportune moment. "Excuse me," she called out. "May I ask what you two are doing?"