Where--? Thace's first action is to whirl around, one fist clenched, and the other reaching for his blade. Tension radiates from him, and it doesn't fade once he's taken in his surroundings. He hides it better, putting on as calm a mask as he can manage, but actually comfortable and calm he's definitely not.

He takes half a step to be in the center of the room and stands still, senses strained to their limit. The water and the table are summarily ignored, but the medallion currently has some of his attention.