One of Many

The room was dimly lit. Its exquisite patterned wallpaper on its wall and a bed that was fit for royalty, both cast in the shadow by the moonlight that came pouring in from the huge clear glass window.

Night had come.

Hubert sat on the bedside, wondering and thinking with a blank gaze into the scenery of the room. It was his first time in such a fancy room, though it wasn't anything that bothered him. 

His eyes and ears were only nailed to the door, waiting for the knob to shake and its mechanism to sound.

Then it came.

The door swung open and Cassian entered the room.

Closing the door, he raised his gaze to Hubert.

"So… is it appropriate to tell me the truth now?" Cassian spoke, hinting at the incident at the dock.

"I and Dareon came from the screaming bird island," Hubert answered.

"The watchmen," Cassian muttered, knowing the context of the place.