for @doctorflorian
It would've been obvious to anyone taking their first steps into the doctor's offices that day that someone else had already gotten inside. Gwyn hadn't bothered to cover his tracks beyond calling a few friendly shadows to him, none too quiet as he shuffled through clinking glass bottles and peeled open filing cabinets (the ones that didn't put up too much of a fight, anyways). This place was bound to have some sort of surveillance on it and regardless, the young master was far more fond of asking for forgiveness than permission. He perked up at the sound of another presence in the doorway, looking over his shoulder with a cheerful smile as if he hadn't been caught elbow deep in a medicine cabinet of backup stock.
"What a relief to finally get some service around here, doctor. Does no one carry good old milk of the poppy anymore?"