Arthur inhaled deeply and continued, "I think we should abide by our rules, my prince. We should burn the person who misused magic at the stake."
Draven grinned broadly as he eyed Anesthesia's dozing head. He stated: "I'm surprised to hear your response, Mr. Arthur. I want to ask you a question."
Arthur gave a quick bow upon hearing Draven and said, "Yes, prince?"
"Do you know where she came from? Because you have all the knowledge?" Draven asked.
Arthur looked at Anesthesia with narrowed eyes before eventually saying, "She was an orphan who came here on her own, as far as I knew. Her arrival, I mean, was mysterious. Actually, my prince, I am unaware of that. But perhaps we should try to locate it right away."
Draven tilted his head as if Arthur's words had let him down. Meanwhile, everyone heard a low, weary voice from Anesthesia. She appeared to be mumbling something.
