Hearing footsteps pass by the bar and they sound like the go towards the door he holds his breath until whoever it was passes and then quietly makes his way out of the passage and then quietly closes it again. Getting to his feet he grabs a towel from behind the bar and drapes it over his shoulder before making his way over to the hearth. Setting to work building kindling on top of the cold ashes left over from last night he hopes to make it look like he had been there the whole time trying to get a fire started so he can start breakfast.