Moving at a steady pace, Kyle walked to the side of the building, scanning his surroundings as he went. Once in the shadows out of direct sight from the road, Kyle jumped, catching a ledge on the second floor, hauling himself up with a graceful ease.
One glance through the window assured him that while the room was occupied, no one was in there right now. He guessed they were down in the tap room—lucky for them, at this point. Kyle assessed the room and, as he guessed, it belonged to the publican, cluttered with possessions that no itinerant traveller would have with them, and it had a private washroom. That was unlikely in most rooms in a pub as run-down and small as this one. He listened at the door to the chamber before easing out into the empty hallway. He could hear the noise from th
