At that moment, Sabienn was startled by a noise. It was sharp and insistent like a bird pecking wood, but heavier. Bang-bang-bang. Bang-bang-bang. His head swivelled around and saw Stork was equally stunned to hear it and a look of astonishment filled Stork’s face as he located the source. Sabienn followed his eyes and as there was a casual clearing of people in the corner, he noticed a young human boy, maybe ten or twelve. The boy was dressed in contrast to every other person here, wearing a long white boy’s night shirt, its lowest hem just above his bare feet. The boy’s eyes and hair were dark and wild.
But it was his actions that caused the most shock. The boy held a sharp knife in his right hand, and he had splayed his left hand flat down on the surface of an elaborate oak table. With
