Feliks looked towards the cabin and back at Denil "First you left out why he doesn't like you. And you knew he was still alive otherwise you wouldn't have brought us here." he tilted his head, turning around to stare out at the darkness. The third thing, which Feliks didn't respond to verbally was that they were not safe. A creeping dread began to take him, though it may be just his paranoia starting to spring up. He hoped that was what it was. His hand twitched, pulling out an alchemist flask.
Paranoia roll of Perception (1d20+10)