The two make it back well in time that, from any supernatural senses, Elias is still within the home, as well as the "other resident." After all, what rush is there? He hadn't heard anyone leaving his house, of course; he'd only found an opened window that, in this lighthouse's old age, surely must have swung open on it's own.

He'd just begun to leave, with his bag in tow, when he spots the hasty approach of the two enforcers. Dense brows crumple in confusion and surprise in equal parts, especially as they draw closer to his home, not bypassing it for something deeper within the Bluffs.

"Hello, constables!" Elias calls over, shifting his bag to his shoulder to wave as he pulls the door closed behind him. "What's the hurry? Is everything alright?"