Doran showed up at five forty seven in the morning.
Orion knew this because Night Domain was still running from his pre-dawn cultivation session and he felt Doran's approach from the moment he turned onto the path leading to the manor. Specific signature. Slightly heavier footfall on the right side than the left, same as the tired guard from yesterday, except Doran's was structural rather than fatigue. The right shoulder carried more tension. A dominant side imbalance that had probably been there long enough he didn't notice it anymore.
He filed that. Useful later.
He opened the door before Doran knocked.
Doran stood on the step with his hand raised and looked at Orion with the expression of someone whose prepared entrance had been removed from under them.
"You heard me coming," he said.
"Perception skill," Orion said. "Come in."
