<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>Carriage House [Alone]<br/><br/>Sebastian stands near the stall door, peering up at the gloomy hayloft at the first sounds of movement. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at the sound, he runs his thumb absently along the steel hammer at his waist.<em>More than likely just a critter starting its nightly scavenging</em>, he thinks.<em>Nice big dry barn. Must be all sorts of animals hiding in the nooks an’ crannies of the house.</em>The idea of climbing the ladder and checking the loft he quickly dismisses. The big smith doubts he could manage the climb and has no desire to come face to face with a hungry badger or raccoon.<br/><br/>Keeping an eye fixed on the shadows of the loft he steadily backs away toward the main carriage house door. Intent on heading in and getting his sister to cook him  warm meal and some shut eye before returning in the morning with the boys and setting to work cleaning out the stalls.<em>The lofts mysterious creature can wait till morning</em>, he muses. Chagrined by the absurdity of the moment he tries to push close the doors and head toward the main house.<br/>