"This spare key," Ashya grinned, pulling out a large key and twirling it around noncholantly on her fingers before placing it in the lock, looking around cautiously to make sure the corridor was empty. "Filched it last week."
Before Uldred's Revolt (the event that seemed to have changed a good many things about the tower, and was still spoken of in particular tones by anyone who'd lived through it) the stockroom had been mostly an open area guarded by Tranquil at all times. Ever since then however, when a lot of items had been destroyed or used by the blood mages against their former brethren, the stockroom had actually been given a lockable entrance when rebuilt, also enabling Owain to sleep more soundly at night. The man had an unhealthy obsession with this room, all things considered, or so Ashya thought.
"Now you have to press that up there," the girl pointed upwards at a small panel that melded into the surrounding stone, only visible if you knew where to look. It had completely stumped her until she'd seen Owain open up the storeroom when he thought no one was around in the early hours of the morning. "The key won't turn unless you're doing that. And I can't reach that high. You should be able to, though," she added, eyeing him appraisingly. Even when stretching as far as she could on tip toes, the panel remained infuriatingly out of her reach, and if she used books as stepladders, she wouldn't be able to reach both the key and panel at the same time. "These Tranquil are sneaky, aren't they?"
The girl's eyes were dancing with both excitement at their little escapade and mirth at her friend. As she waited for him to comply, she continued the previous conversation. "Pfft, I'll be making men swoon because of me," she said jauntily with a roguish grin. "And I don't want a mage to teach me to fight," she added, rolling her eyes. "I want you to teach me. You can fight, yes? You're not just waving the sword around and hoping it works?"