[h3]Jordan Forthey[/h3]

	It had most definitely moved, and it was not by wind (there [i]had[/i] been no wind, for starters). Right before Jordan hailed ... whoever it was. Upon hearing his voice, the mysterious figure stilled. They might have slightly inched forward, but it was difficult to tell, from down here.  
	So ... it was a person. That much was clear. A person who, for whatever reason, had tried to stay out of the way, and was perhaps not overly eager over being bothered. There, granted, were multiple reasons for wanting not to be bothered, or wanting to stay out of sight... 
	If the individual simply did not want to, or have the money to pay for an inn, staying up there would have avoided thieves and horses' hooves alike. Which might or might not have explained the reluctant reaction - the city might not have had the best opinion on vagrants, and neither would've the house's owner, chances were. No matter to Jordan, though - he happened to be neither. 
	Another option was that the ... person had been up there with more serious, or perhaps even sinister intentions than just slumbering. Eavesdropping, for one. Or surveillance. Or making plans to thieve. In that case, being spotted probably meant that whoever did the spotting was a threat. Which might set [i]him[/i] in danger. If the mysterious form was half as skilled as Sir Yanin, that'd be bad. Then again, in the middle of city, during the day ... even empty street would be too much risk, right? Anyone could show up, at any moment, not unlike he had. Maybe there were even people right behind the wall he was leaning against. 
	Once again, Jordan felt the urge to reach for his sword's hilt, but refrained. That refurbished piece of "still decently well-balanced" metal was somehow very dear to him, now. But he should not preemptively threaten strangers, either, now should he...
	The unknown individual must have decided to show oneself, and stood, still maintaining their high ground. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman -  whichever they were, they sported loose robes, cloak, hood ... mask. Covered head to toe. Completely. Even the eyes. You tell how someone was built under that all, and the figure was yet to make a pip. At best, Jordan could tell the other was slightly shorter than him ... maybe. [i]Always be wary of people who cover their faces when it's not in a snowstorm. It's too damn restrictive to do it just because. They desperately want to be not remembered. Or have something to hide. Or have prepared to fight. Maybe all three.[/i] 
	So ... more likely "trouble", than "vagrant"?
	Jordan was becoming more and more acutely aware of being stared at. In silence. He had obviously called for the figure's attention. For the lack of anything better, the young squire imagined the face behind the mask bore his master's usual [i]"Well, I'm listening; what (the heck) do you want of me?"[/i]-mien.  
	Truth to be told, he had not planned too far ahead ... just seen something unusual, and decided to investigate. The stranger was waiting. Probably. Now, what had he been doing before he ended up here... Trying to investigate what was going on. Right. Well, might be better than outright asking who in the planes the strange individual was, and what was he doing up there. 
	"There are strange things going on around these parts," he began, he hoped confidently enough. "I was hoping you could shed some light on the happenings."
	On the flipside, maybe this was obtrusive, too. Maybe he should have simply said that he had mistaken the figure for someone else entirely... (How was the figure to know he did not have friends who slept on building walls?) The excuse should still work, if he were to insist he was looking for [i]another[/i] concealed figure somewhere around here upon hearing any protests. Say ... a true deigan assassin. Who knew things. From ... being shady and doing assassin-things. Having contacts and stuff. Yeah. That'd probably work.