With a frown, Geran stood up from his seat.  Stories were all well and good, but this had the promise of some sort of action.  He watched Iliana look out the shutters, but she said little to alleviate his curiosity.  So, never one to suffer the indirect route unnecessarily, he tramped over to the door and peered out the viewing hole.  His half-orc eyes made easy work of the dark of night, picking out the man and his clothing, as well as no sign of blood, violence, or pursuit.  He turned back.<br/><br/>"Hey Bubbles, it's just a fat human.  Want me to let him in?"<br/><br/><em>Feel free to reference Geran opening the door at Bubbles' command; he'll also make way if anyone else comes up and needs/wants to take a look through the viewing hole themselves.</em>