Albus took another swig of the heady wine. Self-taught, there was more to this young man than first appearances might suggest. His thoughts on this were interrupted by a creak of the door. This was unexpected as the entrance was disguised behind a painting that could only be opened with the correct password, which only Albus knew. He motioned to Ligo to stay quiet, hold his position, and readied himself for combat, though the wine had made him more sluggish than usual. It was better, he surmised, to give away his position in hope of a response.