Arad walked out of the room, thinking. ^I can't sense any power from that old man. Even asleep, he should at least leave some traces.^
{Your brother is far older than you. His senses are sharper and could probably tell what power the old man had even if they didn't appear at first glance.}
Arad cracked his neck, stopping in the middle of the hallway and staring out of the window and to the garden, "Daytime. How long do you think is still until Brother's plan?"
{About three days, give or take when they get the information they need.}
^I will go investigate something on my own.^ Arad turned and headed toward the king's room.
"Baltos, it's me Arad,"
"Arad? Come in," Baltos replied from inside his room.
Arad walked in, seeing him asleep on his bed, still recovering from the curse's impact. Humans are fragile. Had it been Arad that was cursed, he should've already recovered.
"Did you need something?" Baltos asked.
