Oliver sighed again. Whilst Jorah's loyalty, and his serious taking of his oaths was certainly a good thing, it could prove vexing when he was in as much of a hurry as he was. Deciding once more that it was pointless to argue, Oliver pulled out a large key, and fought with the lock, before barging the heavy door open and forcing his way inside.
He nodded to Jorah before he closed it, and then he clicked the lock, and listened to the sound of retreating boots. They came after a few moments. Jorah really had waited until he'd heard the lock click on the inside before he'd dared to leave. He was almost foolishly conscientious.
