For a moment, Alexander and I only exchange muddled looks amidst the dumbfounding silence.
"You're not the one who did this?" I asked, confounded.
"No... You didn't either?" he replied to which I just slowly nodded in return.
"Could it be a robber, Sir?"
"Are you stupid? Why would a robber clean someone else's place?"
Then, I gulp. The only remaining culprit I can think of is those winged creatures from yesterday. I'm not really sure whether to be grateful or frightened by this. Alexander, on the other hand, is now mustering the face of someone having the same thoughts as me. He also probably figured out that this is another work of whatever magic that's inhabiting this place.
