A hum, and Tefla wandered the street, the strong hands resting calmly in the pockets of his slacks ((that he's not wearing until this avatar makes a little more from posts, d'aww)). He was retracing the meander of his steps from the other night, occasionally making a turn here, a backtrack there, until the soft pad of footsteps brought him closer to the place he'd found last night. Finally, the path beneath him ended in a door eroded by the weather and the smells, faint but there, that he'd found so interesting the other night.
A satisfied smile to himself - the old senses hadn't failed him yet - and Tefla moved forward, one hand slipping out to grasp the handle even as the other stroked the new dent in the metal door. Interesting, he thought, putting that notation aside for later, and with a strong shove, sent the door open. Obviously it'd been under a little wear since the last time.
The loud noise - and, if the nose was keen, perhaps the scent of Olibanum - would waft down the stairwell, followed shortly by the pad of footsteps and the small jingle of change. Tefla breathed in deeply, seeking scents, attempting to place the occupants even as the sharp opalescent eyes picked out the forms outlined in blue below. "'ello?" the full voice called.
