Hearing rapid footsteps on the other side of the door, Camilla stopped. Crouching down near the door, she listened in carefully when she heard them stop further down the corridor.
"She's gone!" Camilla recognized the voice, that of the man who had won her in a card game. Chairs screeched across the floor, the sound making her cover her ears.
"Did you drop her somewhere?" An angry voice, seemingly that of the mercenary.
"We need to find her! You check around here, I'll look downstairs, and you tell the boss!" The quieter voice of the ninja.
"No, you tell the boss!" the mercenary said.
"We don't have time to debate this, get going!"
Footsteps thudded into the distance. Camilla smirked. By splitting up like that, they made it much easier for her to evade them. Now she knew she only had to avoid one of those fools.

Camilla carefully peered out from under the door. She saw the boots of the fighter, heading in her direction. She withdrew quickly, waiting on the other side of the door. She would have to time her escape as he opened the door, otherwise he might see her. She got ready as the footsteps approached... And continued straight past the door. Looking out again to confirm he had indeed gone past, she headed out. She pulled the key slowly at first, worried about the noise it might make against the floorboards but sped up once she got it onto the carpet. Wasting no time, she headed straight for the room Corrin was in.

She shuffled under the door first, then dragged the key through after her. Camilla looked up to see her giant brother, crouched down near the door.
"You're back!" he said, relief obvious in his voice, "though you're a bit smaller..."
"Not to worry," Camilla smiled, "I had a bit of trouble earlier, but I managed to sort it out. I've brought you the key!"
"Thank you," Corrin said, huge fingers reaching down for the key. He picked up his shrunken sister in his other hand, lifting her up into the air. She watched as he slid the key into the lock and turned. The door clicked, Camilla sighing with relief.
"Now we can get you out of here!" she said to Corrin. He stared at her tiny body in his palm. She seemed to be about two inches tall now, dwarfed by even his fingers.
"I've got something for you," He reached down into his pocket with his free hand. Pulling out a small stick, he gave it to the tiny Camilla. "I was able to break this off the bed, I think it's the right size for you to use it as a weapon."
The stick was a little big for Camilla, but she could thrust with it at least. Testing the weapon, she nodded, satisfied. "It'll do. Though I'd much prefer an axe, but beggars can't be choosers..."
"Indeed," Corrin agreed.
"Be careful out there," Camilla warned him, "there are guards outside. Hide in one of the side rooms if you hear someone approaching."
"All right," Corrin nodded, opening the door.

Glancing left and right, Corrin saw the coast was clear. He stepped out into the corridor, trying to be as quiet as possible. He moved towards the first door, only to see Camilla shaking her head. He moved on, only to hear footsteps from ahead. He hurried to the next door, opening it and hiding inside. He shut the door, leaving both himself and his tiny sister in the dark. He waited, listening for the man to go past.
"I think he's gone," Corrin whispered.
"Hold on, I haven't had a look in here yet," Camilla said, "can you find a light in here, dear?"
Corrin fumbled around for a bit, until he found a small lantern. Lighting it, he held it up to illuminate the room. A large bed dominated the room, a finely knitted quilt thrown over the covers. Peering out from Corrin's hand, Camilla could see a bookcase, a trunk filled with toys, and a wardrobe.
"Another bedroom..." Corrin commented, "but I don't think this one belongs to that woman."
"I doubt think we'll find anything of much use in here," Camilla said.
"Hold on." Corrin noticed something on the bedside table. Setting the lamp down, he picked it up and held it into the light.
"A portrait of a woman..." he told Camilla. She looked over to see the depiction of a young woman with brown hair. "Could this be that woman when she was younger?"

"No, this must be of her daughter," Camilla said, "the one who was father's concubine."
"I see. I guess this was her room, then..." Corrin said sadly. Putting the portrait down, he picked the lamp up and walked round the bed.
"We should get going," Camilla suggested, "I hardly think..."
"Hey look!" Corrin said, suddenly a bit excited. He lowered Camilla down, until she was level with what he had seen.
"A doll house?" Camilla asked, looking at the huge structure before her. She didn't expect Corrin to be interested in such things.
"It might be the right size for you!" he said. Camilla smiled. She couldn't help but indulge the hopeful child.
"I'll just have a quick look inside, then..."

Camilla stepped off Corrin's hand, walking over to the door. It was more than three times her height. She reached up for the doorknob, but she was too small.
"I'm not getting in there without assistance," Camilla said.
"I guess you're not big enough..." Corrin said, opening the door for her. She looked inside but couldn't see much in the gloom. Only furniture that was much too big for her. The proportions seemed to vary quite a bit, inconsistently sized. She doubted many craftsmen had a good sense of scale at her size. Probably difficult if you were bigger than she was.
"I won't find anything useful in there," Camilla said, turning back. A proper weapon would have been nice, but she doubted she would find one in a doll house. Corrin was looking around the room.
"This must all be hers, huh?" Corrin said sadly.
"Indeed," Camilla sighed.
"Poor girl. I doubt she deserved having father happen to her," Corrin commented.
"Maybe, but that doesn't excuse what her mother did to us," Camilla stated bluntly.
"You're right," he nodded, holding out his hand for his shrunken sister, "let's go."
"Yes," Camilla said, stepping back onto his palm, "we don't have any time to waste."

Corrin stepped out into the hall, carefully closing the door behind him.
"I've already checked the next room," Camilla told him, "go around the corner."
Corrin complied, heading for the end of the corner. He was met with a shut door, blocking the path. He reached down to the doorknob to see if it would open...