Inside the house, the four of them made their way around the building until they found where Belyn had secreted himself. It was a study with an open window, and drapes that had never been closed. The dust on the windowsill was deep and grey, further evidence that nothing had been touched. Belyn had taken a seat in one of the sturdy but comfortable looking chairs. The study did not look like it had been used much. A few books, a pot of quills and a couple of ledgers were all the room contained aside from the larger furniture.
“The miller had either been a man who loved order, or he had not been one for letters and numbers.” Belyn peered at the ledger and nodded in approval. Keldron took his eyes away from the slit in the drapes to take note of what Belyn was doing.
“Something you like?”
