It doesn't matter, he thinks to himself, it's certainly safer that way, so he crawls further up, dragging his brand new cloak through the dirt of the last centuries. As he proceeds, he discovers that the surface of the stage is basically a kind of spartan room; a mat - without a blanket, of course - in one corner, books scattered everywhere, a dark pile of clothes and a ragged armchair in the other. Behind it is a stone tablet, but strangely there are no runes or anything else on it.