Despite himself, Andrei jumped when someone - or some<i>thing</i>- started hammering at the door. He reached for his dagger, only to find it gone. Panic flames through him for an instant, before he recalled that he’d given it to Lady Ireena. So, drawing a deep breath, he drew his sword instead. With luck, whatever it was that had found them could be slain by honest steel.<br/><br/>“Open the damn door!"<br/><br/>“Ismark?” he breathed, hardly daring to believe what he’d heard. And then, as he heard that familiar voice swearing, he kicked the chair aside and tore open the bedroom door.  “Ismark!” he laughed, before stopping himself from tearing open the door. Instead he shot open the peephole, just in time to see the man’s familiar features as he raised his fist again.<br/><br/>Slamming the peephole, he raised the bar and tore the door open. “Come in, quickly!” he exclaimed, standing aside. “And... who is with you?  The help you sought?”