"Is it just me, or is it colder in here?" I remarked after a while.

"The Door Thief," Binger sighed and jabbed a thumb in the direction of the entrance. Turning around, I could only note that, yes, the Door Thief of Tortzikeh had certainly payed the Inn a visit.

"Weren't you here all night?" I asked Binger.

"Yes."

"And didn't you see anything? Hear anything?"

Binger shrugged. I wondered, vaguely, how he'd survived for so long in a city such as Tortzikeh with this extremely tolerant attitude.

"Someone from the Doormakers Guild will be showing up soon. Let them be concerned with it."

I shook my head, incredulous. "It doesn't bother you that, with the slightest bit of vigilence, the whole situation could have been prevented?"

"No." Binger took another sip of tea, then, sensing my disatisfaction with this answer like a solid presence in the air, elaborated. "In Tortzikeh, you can't concern yourself with every little thing. The moment one thing snags your attention, five other things happen just out of eyesight. We have a word around here: if you can't look in all directions at once, don't look in any direction at all."

"I hope this attitude has served you well," I replied glibly.

"Oh, it's done wonders for the apoplexy rate in this city, that's for sure," Binger nodded.

I decided to abandon the subject. It was becoming a habit since coming to Tortzikeh.