With a loud sigh, Ravak scanned through the reports again. Thefts in the barracks of all places. It was quite literally under his nose and he hadn't noticed a thing. What was simultaneously good and bad about the situation was that he had a culprit fingered for the crimes. You'd've thought they've had heard him coming with those bloody bells.
Rav left his office with Snowflake in tow. The living ball of fluff happily traipsed after her master, tongue lolling. Her friendly face clashed strongly against the Gaidin's stony-faced glare. Everyone knew That Look, if not all from personal experience.
Six legs descended the large staircase of the Warder Hall before preceding towards Drin Alrim Farshera's room. It was a reasonable assumption that Alrim would be in his room. It was also likely that the stolen goods were also hidden in said room.
He knocked on the door to the Arafellin's door three times before opening it. Gaidin had the right to enter rooms without forewarning and the Shienaran had seen every possible thing beyond these closed doors. Trainees sleeping in the middle of the day; trainees picking food out of their teeth; trainees half dressed or completely undressed. The worst, for them, was when he found trainees undressed with other trainees.
Rav barely took in the scene before growling in a commanding tone. "Drin Farshera, you've got some explaining to do."