[Please picture in your mind a narrow spiraling staircase. It's one of those sneaky little back routes that no doubt was made either for servants or to discourage invasion, and is unarguably the fastest way through whatever part of the Gallows this is and down toward the assorted workshop spaces and spirits only know what else in the danker lower levels of the tower.
Or it would be the fastest, were it not for the near collision that occurs as Wysteria comes flying down the stairwell. At the last moment, she throws herself to one side to avoid her momentum dashing both of them untold twists of stone steps. The lone victim of her effort is the large box in her hand. It makes contact with the passage wall. Its latch springs open, the contents of the case beginning to fly free--]
--Not today!
[Wysteria snaps both arms around it. She makes a triumphant noise of as the box slams shut. It's followed immediately by, as she deciphers the figure on the stairs as more than a blur, a significantly less pleased:]
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Or it would be the fastest, were it not for the near collision that occurs as Wysteria comes flying down the stairwell. At the last moment, she throws herself to one side to avoid her momentum dashing both of them untold twists of stone steps. The lone victim of her effort is the large box in her hand. It makes contact with the passage wall. Its latch springs open, the contents of the case beginning to fly free--]
--Not today!
[Wysteria snaps both arms around it. She makes a triumphant noise of as the box slams shut. It's followed immediately by, as she deciphers the figure on the stairs as more than a blur, a significantly less pleased:]
You.