Sir Chester stepped back into the rustic hallway and closed the door carefully behind him. For a moment he lingered quietly outside of Sarah’s room, listening out for sounds he was not sure of. He could hear the small woman pacing, the sounds of Katrina talking in another room, and an owl hooting nearby. With a small sigh he carried on down a couple of doors to continue his task. He was suspicious of Sarah, of her hidden motivations and want of privacy, but a part of him knew that his own biases may have clouded his judgement. He – no, they – could not afford to make conclusions based off his own terrible experiences. 

[i]“Care to join me for a drink?”[/i]

A soft voice that Sir Chester instantly knew to be Karen’s escaped through the edges of her closed door as he passed. Yet again he found himself pausing for a moment and listening in. From what he could hear, she now had Drasus in her room for company and he felt his heart sink in his chest. [i]”So much for that then…”[/i] he muttered internally, trying to convince himself that he didn’t really care. With little more than a grumble Sir Chester cleared his mind and moved to another door, one which appeared to not have shut properly.

[b]”KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!”[/B]

Without waiting for an answer Sir Chester softly pushed the ajar door open wide, revealing the modest looking man that had so far seemed to avoid attention. “Mathis Azaïs?”