Knock knock

You wake, stirred by noises. You blink your eyes a few times to expell the haze of sleep from your vision. You can see the faint trace of the morning sun fall through the window. It's very early still.

Your hear the sounds again that woke you up. A terse series of knocks on the door. They seem to be getting more impatient. 'knock' 'knock' 'knock'.

You hurredly lift yourself out of bed, throw on some clothes, and walk over to the door. You open it, finding a familiar face looking back at you in the hallway.

It's Evellyn, the knight you so thoroughly humiliated yesterday. You look her over.

She's wrapped herself in a series of cloths. Bedsheets, fancy tablecovers. Her bare shoulders peek out from under the fabrics, and she's barefoot. You're puzzled for a split second, before remembering - with some satisfaction - you stole literally all the clothes in her house yesterday.

She looks at you with her jaws clenched, almost a pained expression.

"Can I come in." It's a question without the inflection at the end.

"Why?"

She grinds her teeth. "I... need your assistance."

"You need my help? With what."

"It's a job." She peers over her shoulder into the hallway. "First let me in please."