Zach fumbled for the edge of the bed and followed the lost scent that lingered for a moment. When he touched the wall, he stopped, aware he was near the window.
He remained alert to his surroundings. However, he could not detect anyone nearby. Besides, the feeling of being watched had subsided.
'Someone definitely came by, but who? If I could take in that scent again, I would remember. It was faint, but I think I already smelled that combined with something else.'
Zach placed the dagger back in his pouch. As he moved, he felt a unique kind of liberation. The generated warmth of the room penetrated his skin without barriers. Despite that, he proceeded with what he was doing. Then he fumbled for the window to check if it was closed or not.