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Tam carries him inside and sits him on the overstuffed chair by the fire, which immediately bursts into flame at the touch of the cat on the chair. The he walks around the cottage looked perturbed. "That's odd... I don't remember leaving the back door ajar... and where did these flowers come from." On the work table lies a small knot of rare night blooming dark hued lilies, their sweet fragrance perfuming the air of the room with their heady scent.

Tam turns on him, hands on his hips and shakes his head. "Alright, ye little hyena... what is so funny." he demands with a puzzled frown.

Tam does a head smack and hangs his head like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He looks about, finds a free corner and goes to stand in it, with his nose to the wall. "Fair enough... I shall do as ye say, oh master... I did do that horrible deed." he moans in an over dramatic voice.

Tam sighs. It is the longest five minutes he has had to endure since waiting for Brother Mica to speak with him a few days before, but a bard is quite used to awaiting a summoning and he knows it will soon pass.

Tam turns to give him a wink then comes to a sudden halt, staring at the garden window. "Damn, there's somebody out there." He runs to see who it is, knowing that the wall around the back of the house is too high to climb over quickly. When he comes back in he is twirling a long gray feather and frowning like a storm cloud.

"Make sure you lock your window tonight." he says bolting the doors and windows on the first floor. He places the feather on the worktable next to the flowers with such a serious expression, that Kero doesn't want to argue about the house being a touch on the warm side.

While Tam sits in the main room staring into the fire, long after the flames die down and go out.

It's ok, he can't get in unless there's an open door or someone lets him in. The stable boy must not have latched it behind him." says Tam with a sigh. He smiles sadly and scratches the cubs head. "He'll get tired soon enough. He bores rather easily these days. He's not the angel he once was. Once he could apply himself to a task with unswerving zeal, now he finds it hard to concentrate."