<strong>Lilial Ambersight</strong><br/><br/>When the elf reached her new bedroom, she lay down and just...sat there listlessly for a time.  The room was small and fairly empty, save for the bed and a chest of books in the corner.  She'd set her pack atop them and closed her eyes, simply...thinking.  Old aches and forgotten pains had flared to life, as well as old shames.  She murmured a few words in elven, aching with loneliness and rolled over to look at the wall.  She felt so...empty.  Kendra had understood, or at least seemed to.  But...she shook her head, then stiffened in shock as the knocking began.  For a long moment she was frozen, and then her eyes narrowed.  There was...a pattern to the knocks?  She began to discern the pattern by the end of the second set.  By the third her eyes had narrowed, and she quickly pulled out an inkpen and scrap of parchment to note down any further noises when the fourth began.  The fifth set helped her correct a few hasty errors in the fourth set, and then all was silent.  For a time Lilial sat up, waiting, and even paced a bit.  But at long last she chose to go to bed instead, deciding that nothing more was forthcoming.