"Oh, just come in already. We don't have all night!" he hissed before retreating into the room. Handy, hand still clutching his knife, entered. The door shut, and Handy immediately turned, backed away, and brought his knife out. Then a lantern burst into life in one corner of the room, revealing it to be a modest wine cellar with small casks held aloft on cross frames lining the room. "Were you seen?"