Only answer to trader's latest comment was brush of air across his cheek. He could not know the chef, a young woman, had thanked him from compliment. Suddenly there is loud smashing sound coming from upstairs and heavy steps coming down the stairs. The curtains suddenly started dance violently by unseen wind and trader felted some wind blast constatly on his buttock, not causing harm but rather usher him get up. When he would rise the wind would blow him towards the main hall entrance, it is merely twenty feet from the dinning room entrance. The groaning of wood in stairs above him confirmed that someone was coming down, coming down fast the stairs and somereason trader felted near touchable fear and horror!