Through the expensive-looking and now badly damaged door, slices of a feminine bedroom can be seen, still mostly obscured by the furniture piled up behind the door, most saliently a bookshelf slid behind it. And After Randal speaks, there's a verbal exchange from within, accompanied by sighs of relief and titters of nervousness alike.<br/><br/>"If you truly be priest or paladin of Lathander, 'tis the best of news!" the voice is feminine and scared but also aristocratic, and sounds more generally accustomed to giving commands, or at least expectant pleadings. "Pray bid the she-vandal who was shouting and breaking her way in here to leave the house and wait outside, as a show that you are indeed our saviors and not some second band of looters come to sweep in on the spoils of the smallfellows. If you are who you make yourself out to be, doubtless my father shall reward you well, as might I."