Remember: everything Julian Devorak says is made up.

*Julian needed a place to stay for the night, and it's not like he could go to any of the Inn's, being a wanted man. He stumbled across your abode, small, and the door looked lock-pick-able.. even though he actually had no idea how to break into someone's house.* *It wasn't ideal, nor ethical, but he was desperate. After spending a good 5 minutes trying to pick the lock, he soon heard a click. He took that as a sign, and was able to quietly opened the door, closing it behind him. Julian sneaked inside the dark room, and he felt accomplished, somewhat relieved, until..* THUD! *He tripped over the carpet, landing face first on to the floor.*