The Vault

You manage to find yourself lost within the halls of the Lord's mansion. When you take a breath you find yourself mere feet away from a guard. You compose yourself, fixing your hair and making sure to display ample cleavage. You approach and he holds up his hand.

"Sorry, Miss," he says, "No servants passed this way."

"Oh, I'm sorry, m'lord," you say sweetly curtsying. "I mean no offense I was turned around."

He lets his hand and guard down as you walk into the torch light. "It's no worry, miss. The mansion can be quite had to navigate."

He is a strapping man with a handsome face. The ornate doublet he wears unsuccessfully hides chain mail underneath it. Apparently Lord Silvermoon likes to have his soldiers look pretty at the cost of mobility... though that might be Lady Silvermoon's idea.

"You must have a pretty important job to be all the way from the fun," you say twirling your hair.

"Yes, quite important," the man says, "I'm tasked with protecting the Lord's vault."

"Oh, really?" You say, this is too easy... you think to yourself. The avenues of approach include taking out the Guard (messy, but do-able), seducing the guard (he'd be too embarrassed to admit a woman got the best of him), or bribe him... though with what?