Sen yelped softly at the blade spiking through the door, obviously aimed at him. He let out a low growl, his fur on his back standing up a bit, wings darkening a bit. No... I must control myself... Regardless of his actions, violence is a last resort for defending yourself... His wings slowly returned to normal, and he looked around at the other furs around him, ears down a bit, putting a paw on the back of his head. "I know... but the way he was covered in blood and looked so hostile and was acting so defensive and everything downstairs in the main hall was a little bit more than suspicious to me... I mean, why would he ask for a room with a view of the porch?"