Lon leaned back, and sighed contentedly. Suddenly there was a shout, outside, and his first thought was that perhaps someone had dropped a box, perhaps broken a foot. Then the haughty commanding tone of the voice registered, a sound that put teeth on edge, and he rose, pack sliding quietly into place on his back. He moved, quietly and quickly, over to one of the windows facing the courtyard, and cracked it open, just enough to watch the proceedings outside, while still being afforded some amount of privacy and concealment by the cheap brown glass. He exhaled, slightly, at the trio of knights in the yard, and frowned.<em>What do <strong>they</strong> want?</em>