The room locked behind him, but I had already made peace with the idea that it would be idiotic to try and run away, with no supplies, no way to navigate a country I had never been too. Casacaliyia from all my studies was a labyrinth of a country, forests so deep that souls were lost in them, never to be heard of again.
I could smash the handle open with the discarded candle stick, but I doubted I would get far. So, escape wasn’t an option.
Preparation however was.
I would not be idle, as soon I was sure the door was completely closed and not a single person would burst in. I sprinted to the draws, pulling them open to see if there was anything of use.