Hopefully. They left in an awful hurry to join the hunt if that's the case. He doesn't want to think of the other possibility that Astarion might have something to do with their absence, so he just frowns and follows him.

"Hard to believe this happens every year." He doesn't turn his back as he moves further into the house, keeping his hands at the ready. Once they have a wall to duck behind, he crouches and watches their shadows pass by outside. Maybe it was wishful thinking that they'd fan out in all directions. He hadn't really done anything to cover their tracks.

"I've got a place." And yes, he's aware that by offering it, he's potentially leading a mob to where he lives. He's just not sure what else to suggest. "If they get in, we'll go out the back. Follow me and I'll get us there."