<br/>After a few more moments of nervous titters from within, furniture could be heard being moved, and seen through the broken door. One sharp voice could be heard, "Let's hope there are no more burglars....as we have no more door to bar!"<br/><br/>Soon, the door broke even further in the residents' attempt to open it, and a bedroom was revealed: feminine, lacy, canopy-bedded, richly appointed, and currently rather crowded-looking and smelly sweating. Four women in the neighborhood of twenty winters apiece stood within, nightgowns so sweat-soaked they were wet enough both to cling and to no longer be entirely opaque. A brunette and redhead sat back on the foot of the bed, while two blondes stood, and one spoke in the same voice which had addressed Randal before. Her green eyes swept briefly across Randal's armor and face - and then swept back again, in a double-take before she caught herself. "We have the fortune not to be injured, I think...but after such a<em>squalid</em>few hours and a fright-taking, perhps a look-over of myself at least from a healer such as yourself would<em>not</em>go amiss." She leaned back against one of the canopy bed's posters, letting her arms hang back but her torso lift. "We heard your fighting...thank you, I suppose..was it really smallfolk? In what state stand circumstances now? And did you find the boys?"<br/><br/>The brunette twisted her lips, "The boys and the girl who snuck downstairs with one of them."