He could hear it, all around them, the voices, the noises, the shouting; walls with mouths that spoke with the voices of those that hid behind them. Dark windows, blind to the light, ever watchful of the occupants who slept within. Easy, easy, but too risky, too noisy. He would be heard; he would be found, then he could not feed. Too many candles, too many lanterns, too much cursed fire-light.