The attic-space for the shop is mostly used for storage, with various crates and shelves full of exotic herbs and medicines turning it into a small maze. In the corner near the trapdoor, though, a simple bed, chest and night table serve as Aaron's bedroom.

Skye freezes at the top of the stairs, falling absolutely silent, listening for skittering, chittering and gnawing. He swallows, not nervous against the wild fuff'nar, but against the small thief-Skreek behind him.

Down the steps, the thief can be heard, chittering, "But I thought we'n all goin' up there?"

Moving very quietly, Skye sneaks across the room, first bound for the bed. There he claims a blanket, gathering it up loosely in his hands, as one might a net. Returning to the middle of the room, Skye whispers a single word, and then listens for even the slightest concealed response. "Dead?"

There's a rustling from under the bed.

From downstairs, a Lapi can be heard shouting, "Did you steal that from the Temple!?"

The bed is just a bit away from the wall, but it's a single bunk, made for a Lapi, and therefore not very heavy.

Little ears perk, turning towards the sound. Skye takes one quiet step back towards the bed, before the shout from downstairs stops him cold. It takes a moment, seemingly forever, before he can move again. The black Skreek can only hope, Let it be a coincidence. Crouching down, Skye tries to concentrate on the lost critter, stealing a look beneath the bed – carefully, the blanket held at ready.

A little nose pokes out, and a squeaky voice whispers, "Dead?"

Downstairs, a rodent voice can be heard squeaking, "An INQUISITOR?"

Black eyes meet those cute and soft and fluffy. Quietly Skye ponders. I forgot the bait. He takes a single breath. Again. Managing a wry smile, the Skreek gently speaks. "Yes. Come out, come to Skye. Come 'ere. Skye find dead for yi. Yes. Dead. Be a good little fuff'nar, now." As he speaks, Skye slowly extends one free paw. Open, lose, harmless. And if the fuff'nar is not to be coerced with soft words, the proffered paw is nicely still and dead. For that's what the blanket is for. Just in case.

There is a loud crash downstairs, which causes the fuff'nar's ears to flick momentarily … then he sniffs at the hand. His ears perk merrily, and he daintily opens his little toothy maw, about ready to take a nice little bite…

There's an audible thump downstairs.

The blanket swoops, taking advantage of the moment's distraction and the little beast's own hunger to try and wrap the little creature in Skreek and heavy cloth. Skye tenses, ready to feel the bite of sharp little teeth.

The additional distraction of the "thump" aids the effort, and the fuff'nar is, one moment, free and under a bed, about to have a snack … and the next moment, struggling in a blanket. "KILL! KILL! KEEEEEEEL!" squeaks the pathetic little creature, as it tries vainly to chew and claw its way out of the thick blanket.

Silently, Skye makes sure both his grip and wrapping of the fuff'nar is secure. Then he sits up, watching the nasty little one rustle and tumble within the blanket. Finally though, he leans way over, to look down the ladder way before returning.

As the Skreek looks over, he catches a glimpse of the Lapi proprietor gathering up a bundle of something … a helmet? a bowl? … into a cloth wrapping. Wrapped up, it's obviously what the second Skreek was carrying. There's no sign of the second Skreek, and the Lapi soon scoots out of view, having not seen Skye.

Downstairs, the Lapi can be heard yelling, "No zombies in the store!"

Carefully holding the struggling bundle, Skye makes his way back down the stairsto the main room of the store.