He ventured back into the bedroom, and now with no pressing matters to attend to, he took the opportunity to look around properly. The "window’ was still wide open, a soft breeze catching the thin curtains and floating them through the air. On the sill was a candle, though it was no longer lit. Glancing around, he found it wasn’t the only one, with candles on the bedside tables, and the chest of drawers that he hadn’t noticed that was flush against the wall opposite the bed.  