[Brow furrowed, he peers around Oz, further down the shaft. He points to the next grate down, idly wondering whether getting closer to the source of the voices won't just get them caught.
But, well... they've come this far. Cufflinks were sacrificed.]
Let's try the next one down. [Voice genuinely a breathy whisper, this time.] It seems like a big room. We can listen in and then move on before anyone notices.
[Or, well. That's how it would happen in an ideal world.]
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But, well... they've come this far. Cufflinks were sacrificed.]
Let's try the next one down. [Voice genuinely a breathy whisper, this time.] It seems like a big room. We can listen in and then move on before anyone notices.
[Or, well. That's how it would happen in an ideal world.]