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Daphne bit her lip to stifle a laugh, but even then, couldn't resist a wide grin, which she tried to cover up with another bite of pasta. If some of these stories were true, Azulius' was never going to hear the end of this.

"Psst, if you need any help pranking your sister, i'm always game." she whispered to him with a comradely wink, and mischevious giggle.

It took her a while to notice something, or rather someone amiss from the table. "Say, i mean sir?... Opal mentioned someone else would be joining us for dinner. Um, Uncle Trigo, was it? Where is he?"

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"Arrogant fools..." the assassin muttered under her breath. From what she'd observed, the mansion's defenses were limited to a few armed patrols and cameras only, child's play at first glance, but from experience, Vale knew not to underestimate her enemy.

She selected a spot just out of camera view, and timed her entrance to the latest patrol's passing. Soundlessly, Vale scuttled up the garden wall and dropped to the grass below. Once inside, she crouched inside some thick bushes, and scanned the mansion's exterior for any traps, or a way in.