From what he could see in the dim light form the windows the place had rich furnishings. Someone absolutely lived here; the place was too well kept to be vacant. Nothing here was any less than fine, so it stood to reason that any valuables he could find would fetch a good price, even if he had to move them quickly. Eager but not careless, Tharen began to rifle through drawers and anyplace he thought could be a hiding place for trinkets. He pocketed a few items he came across, but was certain that better was to be found in other rooms. Careful strides carried him silently to the threshold of the doorway which led to the hall beyond. 

Tharen's ears rang in the silence as he strained to hear even the smallest sound that may indicate movement, ducking his head out to glace around before moving to the foot of the stairway. He had just placed his foot on the bottom most step when the blue glow reflected along the wall from above caught his attention. Was it the moon's light? It couldn't be, if he was remembering correctly the moon wasn't full just now and this light seemed to be moving. It couldn't be a candle. Wheat-colored brows knit with confusion, his mind racing to process just what was approaching before his self-preservation instinct screamed that [i]something[/i] was approaching and if he did not want to face some sort of consequence for his trespass, he needed to move [i]now[/i]. 

He turned, intent on the doorway and the room beyond which housed the open window and his escape, but the darkness and unfamiliar surroundings got the better of him when his hip bumped a small table nearby, nearly toppling a bud vase that rested upon it, the top-heavy peony it held making it wobble precariously. Tharen hissed a curse before he could catch himself. [i]Some master thief! You'll wake whoever is here no matter if they're a deaf old woman or not, idiot![/i] He spun, pressing his back to the wall out of sight of the ghostly azure light coming down the stairs, praying that they did not choose to come all the way to the bottom but, if they did, that he could overpower them without much of a a fight. Cold sweat broke out on his brow and back as he fought to control his breath; each intake and exhale sounding like a gale wind to his strained senses. All that he could do now was wait and see what fate dealt him to act upon.

[@Hallion]