Once Vynard was fully asleep, Rui rose from her chair, her movements swift but silent. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail. She moved to his desk, where stacks of papers and personal effects were haphazardly strewn about. Carefully, she rifled through them, her touch light enough to avoid leaving any evidence of her intrusion.
It didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for: Vynard's stamp of authority, a small but intricately designed seal that bore his family crest. Rui held it up to the light, examining it closely before slipping it into a hidden pocket in her dress.
She glanced back at Vynard, who remained oblivious to her actions, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. Satisfied that he wouldn't wake, she smoothed the desk to its original state and left the room as quietly as she had entered.