"Step aside." As casually as ever, as though he always carried around a key to an off-limits tower, Galadari smiled and stepped in front of his brother. He had swiped the key from Mr. Cavanaugh during one of their more engaging tactical battle board games. Then he'd asked a metal shop student to machine a new one. Then he had replaced the original. It wasn't a foolproof plan, but they had come this far, hadn't they?
With a heavy click, the door came unlocked. Galadari didn't hide his smug grin as he nudged the door open and gallantly gestured for Gilderoi to go in first. "After you, sir baron."
Galad couldn't wait to get his first look at the mighty roc. Full grown or not, it was a formidable beast. A beast Galad would pay a large sum for the privilege of hunting. So they were endangered and needed protecting. So elves were supposed to respect nature and all the creatures Odin oversaw. So what? If a warrior was attacked, he didn't first check to see if the danger was on a supernatural protection list before defending himself, did he? No. He slayed.
The problem was organizing it to look like an attack, not a provocation.