Raptor wasn't the type to jump in surprise. But when Nikolai suddenly bumped into him, he couldn't help but give a surprised little start - which, if his feet had actually left the ground, would have looked suspiciously like a little jump.
He turned around just in time to catch what Nikolai had mouthed. He wasn't good at reading lips, but he could guess what the question was.
There was someone - or something - in the pile of clothes.
And Raptor was the one with the axe.
He wasn't scared. It didn't matter that this was something strange and unusual. It didn't matter that his first thought was that this room was haunted, since who else would stay in an empty room like this besides a ghost? And it certainly didn't matter that Eira had mysteriously vanished.
He was a magician. He could handle a weird moving pile of clothes no matter what or who had made that groan.
He glanced at Nikolai, held up his ax, and then slowly headed over to the pile of clothes.
When he finally reached it, he gave it a little poke with the very tip of the handle part of the ax - still standing as far away as he possibly could.
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