They climb at the wooden staircase that lead to a wooden door, Fargo exchange glance with Lory, his expression asked if she was ready, Lory give a firm nod.
Fargo gripped the cold handle, then slowly twisted it without making a sound. He pushed the door slightly, soon as the door creaked open, they heard a muffled sound of people chatting not far from them.
Fortunately, their suit was enhanced with camouflage charm, so as long as they keep silence, no one would notice they were there. Fargo moved silently behind the shadows of the cabinet and brick wall while crouching to minimize his large bod,y while Lory followed from behind in the same vigilance.
Suddenly they smelled the aroma, of burning meat, spices, and the sweetness permeated to the air and then they heard the sounds of the knife cut on the cupboard mixed with people shouting and rapid footsteps as if everyone was in a hurry. Fargo and Lory then realized that they were in the kitchen.
