Poropo did not feel like staying here much long so he attempted to look around for paperwork to steal and run off with. Looking all around the building he felt isolated within, the monk waddled with determination. Some people within the building seemed to look at Poropo with looks of disgust, but the monk had to ignore the stares, as usual - the disguised monk's job was to gain intelligence on this building's goings-on without being captured. The nervous monk was a running faucet of sweat, leaving behind stains in the blood-red carpets dotting certain corridors.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Poropo spotted a meeting taking place. People were heading in an out of the room where the meeting was taking place so the monk slipping inside and catching a whiff of the conversation could be safe. However, Poropo decided to stay just outside the room and lean against the wall, eavesdropping instead of joining - the monk did not know criminal-slang which meant talking was not an option.
Poropo listened in and started gaining knowledge of a planned burglary. With what felt like a job well-done, the monk ducked away from the wall and through the maze of corridors. His goal now was to leave in one piece! With quicker speed, Poropo stumbled out into the familiar old woman's corridor again. Poropo looked as though he stood underneath a waterfall of oily sweat - the old woman did not seem to care anymore. She simply said, "have a nice day, little bird," and let Poropo leave.
Poropo was able to tell the Hosenka authorities about the planned burglary - a job well-done...barely.
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