Gunnar stood at the back of the hill at an opening in the window. Looking around and seeing a lack of people he took a deep breath. Pulling up his wool mask and hood, he ran up the hill as fast as he could. He needed to be quick, knowing if even one person saw him, he was dead.
Clinging to the wooden walls he peeked in, and seeing the room empty he quietly climbed through. An air of warmth attacked him as he did and made him want to pull down the mask, but he brushed off the thought. It was a small room with a single bed and not wasting time he looked through the drawers to find anything to point at whose room it was.
