Well, it’s no good standing around and waiting for someone to hear you knock. If the window’s been left open, how can you help using it to get inside? There’s bound to be somepony somewhere in the castle, anyway.
You scale the ladder, being sure to quickly survey the area around you and make sure your actions are not misconstrued by a passing stranger, before hopping onto the windowsill and landing...
...right on your face.
You quickly pick yourself up, spitting the taste of the floor out of your mouth before straightening up and getting a look at your surroundings.
You’re in a small, dusty room filled with old books and scrolls. It doesn’t seem like this room is used very often.
Heading out into the corridor, you begin to feel as if you’re on track and heading in the right direction.
You briefly pause to marvel at the crystal walls either side of you, every now and then adorned with a richly detailed painting or tapestry. This place is already vastly contrasting to anywhere you’d been back home.
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