Droll to Outstanding

He licked his lips languidly, waiting for the right moment as his eyes lingered on the door in front of him. His ears perked at the eight chimes of the castle, noting that curfew was nearing. Adjusting his cloak with earnest, his feet carried him across the corridor to the great mahogany door where his knuckles scratched the surface. For a brief moment there was silence and he swore that he could even hear the candles flicker from the gust of wind that traveled through the autumn air.