He revised his guess when he heard the second pair of lighter footsteps, and grinned, as he slipped into the manor. He finished putting the armor on, and headed back out, slipping both bracers with his switchblades on as he headed out, his shortbow and quiver still in the bag of holding. He wouldn't need them for greeting his apprentices. He leaned against the wall near the front door, in a pool of darkness, his cloak up and arranged to properly conceal himself, and just watched them approach.