"Pah! To think you Veronians place such a value on a spirit such as brandy," Ilario's accented voice sounded from beyond the door to the main room. As he emerged to join Solomon and Hawk, rubbing the remaining sleep from one eye, he continued, "But if you are insistent on paying us in beverages, Hawk, consider me with wine instead. It is the nectar of the gods after all." Ilario shot a glance to Solomon as he approached. He could have sworn he was the first person to open his door until he heard Solomon's voice while descending the stairs.

"Also, good morning to you too, Hawk, your bells-on-a-string trick has proven itself immensely." Ilario's sarcasm could be tasted in the air, "Here I was naive enough to believe that it was an alarm system when I spotted it, and a few hours later heard it."

Ilario took a deep and loud breath as he found a seat. The bells were a rather blunt method, but he conceded that it served its purpose. The real alarm system was probably build with more... contingencies. The two thoughts that were going through Ilario's mind collided and he paused still, before pointing to Hawk with a high brow expression, "Before you consider it any further, because I know you are, I would rather not be woken tomorrow morning with wine pouring onto my face. Nor will I build such a device for you, for I am against the principle of wasting good wine."