Rhea would be able to see a single fellow resting on a chair. He was clad in various types of cloth. He could have been a pirate, or he could have been just a native to the isle. Nevertheless, he was sleeping with his head hung backwards and his feet rested on top of a table so the chair tipped a good deal backwards.<br/><br/>The room he was in was lit up by a small candle.<br/><br/>One could probably guess that he was there to guard the place, although he was not doing a particularly good job about it.