Cautiously approaching the window, small though it was, he positioned himself so that he could look out and up. Sure enough, there were the royal guards up and about, standing in lines on the pier, the evening sun resplendent on their armour. The golden ones at least. Evening already? How long did he sleep? His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed one of the guards turn their heads back towards the boat, and he ducked beneath the window. Thankfully, no one seemed alarmed, so he doubted he was spotted. There was a shout, and he both heard and felt the guards marching off to God only knew where.