So that was what awoke her. It was the door being bolted back into place. ‘Now where have you been off to, I wonder?’ she thought to herself as she followed the wet prints. She found him in the cluttered common room. A dozen crates, barrels, tools, and god knew what else took up the majority of the room, little enough space for a few low tables and the mismatched stools. He sat on one of them, one leg crossed beneath the other which was spread out beneath the table that was much too low for him normally. His hood was up and his head rested on a fist. His other hand had a sharp-looking sliver of metal in it, twisting it into the table as he studied its reflection in the moonlight through the curtains of the lone window. She paused for a second to consider the oddity of this particularly ominous sight. He hadn’t seemed to notice her there.