Time goes by and Jesper gets hungry, as even people like him tend to do. Still, continues working and wants to finish the job before going to get something to eat. Not because of some passion for finished work, merely because he doesn't feel like cooking yet. He notices some movement in the window, but by the time he really looks, whoever was there is gone. Most likely some kids trying to spy on him as a form of a game. Or as a form of espionage. Jesper has enemies, and he knows that. Some of them even live in Fox's Run and meet with him daily to discuss recent events and do what passes for government in these parts. Fortunately, that's not a great deal and usually can over with in about half an hour, so everyone can get back to doing something useful, or at least enjoyable.
Still...something's weird. Jesper rakes his fingers through his beard and picks up a sharp screwdriver from the table. A razor sharp one. As he always says, he doesn't like having weapons in his house, but one can stretch the definition a little bit. This particular screwdriver has never been used to drive screws, although it has been used quite a few times to make holes in people.
There is something. Not so much a sound as change in the air. Over the years, he grew accustomed to listening for sounds people try not make. Someone tries to kill him at least two or three times a year, and this looks like another attempt. He's fairly sure it's going to fail.
Spinning the screwdriver in his fingers, he walks out of the room to look for an invader.
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