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Your obvious concern here is that if there is a Logic Organ on the other side of this door, then there could very well be another strickening striker as well. That thought is ... sobering, to be sure. But while you have no desire to re-experience the strickening, you cannot help but notice that there is an utter and complete absence of any light emanating out from the room. As the light in the other room was from the security-surety, it stands to reason that no equivalent light means that this room has no equivalent defense. That prospect, paired with the prospect of this being Aldoin's bedchamber is enough to compel you forward - or rather, backward, as you turn yourself around, so that your back is facing the door. After taking the precaution of unslinging your haversack and setting it at an arms length on the floor along with your 'stick - to preclude either from coming to harm, lest you were to get stricken and have some manner of fit or attack while wearing and holding them - you take a series of breaths, each one deeper than the last, while you simultaneously focus and distract yourself by offering up a quick, silent prayer. Once both your lungs and your Thread have been sufficiently fortified, you lash out with your leg quickly, seeking commitment and a conclusion before you can beset with doubt or second thoughts. The heel of your foot makes a solid contact with the door quicker than you thought it would, startling you - and you reflexively cringe and cower, withdrawing your leg immediately.
Outside of a dull ache in your heel from the impact, there is no response. You turn around, and are startled to see that the door has opened. Moving quickly, you get the rucksack over your shoulder, take up the stick, and cautiously head into the room. Judging from its size and how handsomely it is furnished, compared to the other bedroom you were in earlier, you have to surmise that this is indeed the Master's bedroom. There is, of course, the chimney right next to the canopy bed - and moreover, there is no strickening striker sitting on its hearth, staring blankly out into the room. All as you had expected. But what you didn't expect was for there to be no Construct at all inside of the firebox. You hadn't given it much thought - as you hadn't allowed yourself the time to really think it over, but you sort of assumed that there would at least be Conduit running up the flue. Your first thought is that this Construct must have moved ... but the more you dwell on it, the less sense that makes. You know the emitter Organ can move, you have seen it do so- but the Logic Organ and the Fuel nodule especially were larger and bulkier; can they even be pulled up and down the chimney?
In the still silence of the room, you quietly sigh at this new puzzle before you - then you turn your attention elsewhere. At the moment, your purpose here is not to deduce anything new about the Constructs, no, it is rather more mundane, material ... and mercenary.
