[The room is pretty bare of personality to be honest. Alistair is a fairly new arrival himself and has spent too much time on the road to just make himself at home. Everything seems to be contained to a pack in the corner which spills out an assortment of clothes and personal items including several old carved stone statuettes and runestones. Of greater interest might be his coin pouch, tossed carelessly onto the bed and spilling out silver and copper pieces along with the glint of a lone gold sovereign.

And of course the increasingly annoyed warrior scowling at her. He might be called intimidating if he didn't look so petulant.]

Well there is someone here. And I don't like people sneaking in on me!

[Her grin is met with an irritated huff and he points a finger at her accusingly.]

So are you here to kill someone or steal something?

[He couldn't think of any other reason for anyone to be climbing in windows she thought led to empty rooms. Well, maybe she could be here to see someone she wasn't supposed to or rescue a prisoner. But that sort of thing only happened in stories. Mostly.]