Chapter 169: Mistaken

Ned awoke to humming. He opened his eyes, finding himself snuggled into the near-to luxurious bed in Lord Sven's manor. He'd fallen asleep in his clothing and seemed to forget how the hunter's cloth fitted to him tightly. Luckily, his black trouser stretched comfortably.

The humming was the wind forcing inside through the window. Was it raining? Ned thought, squinting. The window shade had been drawn—and he didn't remember doing that—and it was dark outside. Silver hair hangs loose across his eyes. It has been four months—nearly five—after he left O'rriadt, but his hair seemed to grow with haste.

ICE, did someone come in? Ned thought, talking to his system. 

[No.]

[But, I sensed vibration behind the door not more than ten minutes before you woke-up.]