While Hunter was distracting Moneybags, Elora took the time to snoop around Bags' mansion.
It wasn't really a mansion, per se, but an elaborate home. it was much more put together than most ramshackle abodes in Avalar, baring the castles (and the Professor's lab, of course.)
And, fortunately, Moneybags didn't have any guard dogs or magical tripwires.
She wasn't expecting to find much, really; just a quick snoop to see what his personality might reveal about the situation.
It wasn't hard for the faun to find a window that just happened to have a loose latch. Nor was it too hard to jiggle it open. Her ears flattened against her head in displeasure; she really wasn't one to do anything shady by nature, not even a prank, so breaking and entering rubbed her the wrong way. But, she was trying to help someone who was potentially kidnapped, she reasoned.
She landed softly in what could probably be considered the living room. She was careful not to leave any hoof-prints, and glanced around cautiously, nose and ears twitching. Satisfied when nothing made her senses scream danger!, she made her way through the lavishly-decorated room.
The carpet was plush-looking, and soft when she brushed her hand against it. Rich, rusty red and lines of gold, it sprawled like a path through the next doorway. The room she was in considered of an elaborate fireplace and multiple paintings with careful brushstrokes.
Obviously, it was meant to impress guests, but Elora gave it no mind as she went on her way.
The hallway turned into a cross-section; the front door to her left, a set of stairs to her right, and the kitchen in front of her. She was about to go forward but thought better of it, and turned towards the stairs.
Her ears shot up and she bit back a whoop; just her luck, there was a door to the right of the staircase, and some space for it to open. At first she had thought it had just been a design choice, given that the stairs turned twice at an angle while going up, but she now saw that wasn't just the case.
She went to the door.
It wasn't left cracked open, but it wasn't exactly locked either. Well, that's what she thought, anyways, until she pulled on it and felt a bolt stop the door from opening.
Elora nearly snarled in frustration; she was almost out of time. Going upstairs would take too long, and while she was sure that the kitchen had a door leading off to a room or basement, there wasn't enough time to check.
She pushed down her growing frustration, eyes burning.
And then her ears twitched.
There was a soft brushing sound. Like. . .fluttering.
She stooped down, angling to see through the keyhole.
And as a plethora of colors danced across her eye, an understanding began to form like a diamond in the rough.