Wernh'An, in search of Saer, came outside of the room from where he had appeared. He had not gone farther when he heard a feminine voice some a room nearby him. Ever since he had been put to sleep by a random person in Pryeg, he was not fine with leaving loose ends open. Wernh'An kept tapping his staff pm floor to give sense of false safety to woman inside the room.

He lifted his arm and pointed towards the chamber from where the sound had come. Stalactites spurted out of his fingertips, passing through the wooden walls. Wernh'An heard a scream and that was it.

The lord of Hilcastle could see an old woman with some stalactites lodges all over her body. White ice had passed through her front body and was melting red from behind.

Saer also heard ice ripping through her old bones. The thing which terrified him more than the murder was dire quietness which followed. Saer needed any sound to elevate his hope. Nortze's would have been the most preferred sound among all but the woman sent to bring him out had become victim of Wutke's henchman.

Taps and tramps came alive again. Wernh'An was going to the cellar, he thought, until Rudolph coughed from his bed. The tramps diverted in a noticeable manner. Rudolph being silent didn’t change Wernh'An's mind either. His senses dragged his feet to there as well. The same palpation made him deem it was his night.

Under Rudolph's bed Saer had nothing to guard himself except the long bed laces. Wernh'An was the wind and cloth was his puppet though. Saer's mind went blank when creeks came closer to him. He saw a flash and two feet were infront of the laces.

The empty mind gave him a devil's thought. Saer caught one of his legs to trip him on floor.

Those legs were strong as a tree trunk. The moment Roderick realized about his stupidity, the leg had pulled him outside. He gazed upwards and discovered himself clinging to Nortze's foot. Saer let go of it when a sword came in Nortze's hand. He swayed it, reflecting a white light before it could reach them.

"My eye's thief and Calajhan." Wernh'An said while the head of his staff illuminated, "Tell me your name, old man."

"Fuck the Wutke.'

A blast came from Wernh'An's staff. Nortze's swing could not block the wave fully. Nortze's upper body absorbed rest of it and the thrust knock him to the other side of Rudolph's bed. He landed on Saer's foot, spraining it.

Saer tried to crawl back but Wernh'An had a wave prepared for him. A light blinded him. His face hit something itchy and soft. He saw grass as his eyes opened.

Saer about hundred feet away from doctor's house. The light Wernh'An had thrown at him glowed in there.

Nortze teleported me. Saer lay on ground in relief. The relief was regarding himself whereas his worry was about whether Nortze could defeat Wernh'An all by himself or not. Saer did not let cowardice decide what he should do next.

I can confine Wernh'An.