He was aware of someone moving around the room, and as a reflex he went for his knife; it wasn't there. "This what you're looking for?" The boy held it out for Tawl to take. "By Bore! How did you get in here?" Tawl was annoyed at being caught off guard--and by a mere boy no less. "Easy as can be," said Nabber. "After that excellent meal last night, when I took my leave of you, I got to thinking that I had no shelter for the evening, and I thought that you wouldn't be opposed to the idea of sharing your room. So I made my way up here. You were flat out, so I just made myself comfy and went out like a light." "The door was locked." "You're a bit green, ain't you?" Tawl was at a loss for words. The boy was right; he had been foolish to trust a locked door. He had, however, always thought of himself as a light sleeper, yet the boy had not only broken into his room but also managed to steal his knife. "What time is it?" he asked testily. "Dawn's just about to rise. Time for breakfast, I'd say." "Buying you breakfast was not part of the bargain." "Well, I'll buy you some, then." The boy pulled a gold coin from his tunic and grinned.
