If Naveen took the time to think about it, this man could have been an English soldier himself. Perhaps an assassin. Some sort of kidnapper. Any number of bad men out to grasp what little remained of the Maldonian royal family for themselves.
Any number of threats were possible. But at the sound of a door kicking open, Naveen realized that he didn't have it in him to care. Cautiousness was never his policy, and while the painful memory of his parent's home burning before him was enough to instil a sense of self preservation, the scales were tipped in Luca's favor for the moment.
After all, the man wasn't trying to kill him at this moment. As long as that remained true, the details didn't matter much.
"Ah... it depends what you mean by roof access." Naveen didn't pause to explain himself, motioning for Luca to follow. "Hurry!"
The 'roof access' in question was a single window upstairs, opening out onto the neighbor's roof... provided they could jump the several foot distance.
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Any number of threats were possible. But at the sound of a door kicking open, Naveen realized that he didn't have it in him to care. Cautiousness was never his policy, and while the painful memory of his parent's home burning before him was enough to instil a sense of self preservation, the scales were tipped in Luca's favor for the moment.
After all, the man wasn't trying to kill him at this moment. As long as that remained true, the details didn't matter much.
"Ah... it depends what you mean by roof access." Naveen didn't pause to explain himself, motioning for Luca to follow. "Hurry!"
The 'roof access' in question was a single window upstairs, opening out onto the neighbor's roof... provided they could jump the several foot distance.