There was no proper stand or name for the missing sword, just a set of hooks and a discoloration on the wall from where it had once been.  A bit of digging revealed a diary of sorts in one drawer of the bedroom, but before Natia had time to examine it the pair heard the sound of someone approaching in the hallway.  Loud, heavy, footsteps and voices that couldn't quite be made out.  It would be risky to get back to the balcony from the bedroom, let alone out of sight, before whoever it was entered the room.