The room didn't have many good hiding places, but there was always one spot that was good in a room with a door; right behind it! You quickly move into a hidden position, and Jackson seems to understand what you were trying to do as well as he goes to hide underneath the table. Soon you'd hear heavy footsteps, followed by the rattling of chains. The steps were slow, steady, and cautious. Just as it reached the door it stopped. A few seconds would pass. A few tantalizing seconds. And then suddenly the door would be kicked open, nearly slamming into you as a man came through. He wore a dark brown cloak and had a shiny bronze shield and silver spear. 

"WHO THE FUCK IS HERE!?"