It was on this night that everyone faced the problems before them, each adopting their own approach to dealing with and resolving these issues.
All of this took place in the shadows and darkness, whether forming alliances or addressing potential threats that might exist.
Based on one's conjectures about the problem and some thoughts one had at the beginning of the residence.
And then there was the estimation of what actions one's enemies might take.
The next morning arrived.
Still, no one had come to ask Old Hawke about the issue, about what subsequent attitude and approach should be taken.
But Old Hawke simply chose to return straight to the dungeon of the castle.
At this moment, the man whose heart had turned to ashes, sat quietly in the room.
Old Hawke knocked on the iron bars of the cell to alert the other party.
"Buddy, it's time to wake up. It's your turn to enter the stage," he said.
