The stealthy figure hid in the shadow of the dilapidated cabin, slicing something on the only wooden table.
Perhaps the feeling of stealth was just a delusion of Matt, the guard. His Young Master Kevin had brazenly pushed open the door of his friend Mr. Lyle's house, and now he immediately began examining every detail inside, focusing intently on the patterns of worm damage on a board, as if trying to connect it to some sort of magical pattern.
"Young Master Kevin, please spare a thought for Mr. Lyle's provisions," Matt said, holding his sword, as he cut the half loaf of dark bread into slices. It was the first thing Kevin had rummaged out, and trusting his so-called intuition, he believed there was something inside the dark bread.
Kevin's gaze remained on the pattern on the wall as he stretched out his hand and displayed a metal key.