Fehaz simply grinned and slapped Brea's ass lightly as she slid past him.  Not exactly blocking her way, but not moving either.  In any regard she made it past him and back to the inn before the sky began to glow with pre-dawn light.   Climbing back up the cracked and ivy covered wall was harder than climbing down, but Brea managed it without too much difficulty.  She slipped in the open frame that was her attic window, and pulled the curtains shut behind her.<br/><br/>Instantly her nerves were steeled... something was off.  It was hard to say what it was exactly, but somehow she knew.  Her room was rather spartan, so there wasn't much that could be disturbed.  Maybe the bedding wasn't in the same place as when she left it, or maybe a dresser drawer was slightly ajar.  But Brea had the strong impression that someone had been in her room while she'd been gone.  What made the feeling all the more disturbing was the sack of coins on her dresser.  The coins that Scar had paid her.  She usually stashed her coins in one of three little hideaways in the room, prying up a small section of molding on the wall, a floorboard, or a hole in the wall behind her dresser.  But she hadn't done that this evening with the coins Scar had given her, so eager had she been to meet with Marcheron.<br/><br/>If a thief had been in her room, he would have stolen the coins.  If Kald had been here he would have stolen the coins, and likely jerked off onto her bedding or pillow.  The piggish man had a special flair for being distasteful at times.  But no, there was simply the sense that someone had been in her room.  The more she looked around at her belongings, the more sure of it she was.