Inric is not asleep. As soon as the click of the lock suggests he is alone in the hut at last, the shackles fall to rust around his wrists and he tugs the blindfold down. He is definitely alone, much to his relief, but he can barely see any more than before. But there is a thin line of light showing through the cracks around the door. Slowly he edges towards it, then stops at the sound of a familiar, unwelcome voice not far outside. "What's going on?"