While Gune noticed the reflection of two small eyes from the haystack, he did not meet them. He shifted quietly, as if still searching for clues, until the Dragonborn was between he and the hay. He feigned ignorance, knowing something was lurking in the shadows nearby.

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"Scaly one..." He murmured in a low voice. "Something still here." He lifted the torch high to keep the barn well-lit by its orange glow. He nodded towards Cecelia "Shiny eyes is behind hay. Gune smells trouble." His stubby nose wrinkled with anticipation.