“That’s not enough. You need to block your whole room.” “So that nothing can be stolen? I have little enough that—” “No. So that nothing stolen can be placed therein.” Dy Sanda’s lips parted; he stood a moment, as this sank in, and raised his eyes to meet Cazaril’s. “Oh,” he said at last. He gave Cazaril a slow nod, almost a bow. “Thank you, Castillar. I hadn’t thought of that.”
Block your door --so no stolen property could be placed there
