Up one vine, and then another… don’t look down, Karlach, and you’ll be fine!

Karlach said something along those lines to herself as she clambered the vines and bricks all the way to your window.

The night fell heavy, clear, and hot as the summer. Karlach had spotted that your window was open to let the breeze in, and figured, why not let herself in too?

Before much longer, she tumbled on in over the windowsill, landing on your bedroom floor with a grin. “Room for one more?”