Germans, a lot of drunk Germans

The front lawn was covered with barrels full of and the troops seemed to not give a second thought to drink most of them. This didn’t mean I had a free pass however so I snuck around the back to find another option though fortunately for me, the brothel was a mansion and was divided into many wings meaning that passing a whole party of grenadiers would be easier.

Finding a small wooden door on the side I made myself in, unfortunately, the hallways of the building were small, too small to sneak pass anyone that would come by and too tight so that even two men would be enough to block my way. I had to make a detour and so I snuck around to see what door led me to where until somewhere around the middle, - in front of what I presumed was the main entrance, - two large doors presented themselves and peeking into one of its keyholes, I found myself heading towards the courtyard and the only obstacles were some crates and a German reading something. An easy kill.