“That’s the entrance to the master’s quarters,” she said in a hushed voice that was barely above a whisper.
“Will he be sleeping?” Barlo asked.
She shook her head. “He works in his study long past midnight. It’s the first room when you open the door.”
“Will he be alone? What about servants or guards?”
“No servants,” she said. “He doesn’t allow any dwarves past the threshold. Whenever I ran meals or supplies up for him, I was never allowed inside. He has a manservant that keeps his chambers clean and turns his bed down for the night, but he retires early. There might be a guard. He often has a bodyguard watching over him—a big goon with lots of muscles. I’m always on my best behavior when he’s around.”
Barlo rolled his eyes. “Great. Well, I doubt we can slip into the room without being
