“Now I definitely think this was a bad idea!” Ravelina said nervously. The two young wolves had reconvened in Lyria’s room, then smuggled the servants' uniforms into a storage closet on the second floor, in a deserted corridor. They changed quickly and unceremoniously shoved their own clothing behind a barrel.
“Shush,” Lyria said, creaking open the door just slightly and peering out. The corridor was still abandoned. “Okay, come on,” she said. The two girls tried to act casual as they walked out into the hall and closed the closet door behind them.
“Where to now?” Ravelina hissed quietly.
“Down the servant’s stairs, to the first floor, and out the door I suppose.” Lyria said, adding, “I don’t know exactly where this training school actually is, but it can’t be far from the castle, right
