Aldis moved to the master's room. He was meditating around darkness and at his feet there were three objects: a candle, a mirror and a little bell. He sat in front of the bold man and waited him to notice his presence. When he did, Aldis kneeled before him.

"What is it the matter, young Aldis?" He said taking a more comfortable posture.

"I had a vision. There is a girl, I was saving her... Can I trust the insight?"

The master thought about it.

"Observe your decisions. What is your will? Where your thoughts are taking you?"

"I want to go to make sure she's alright."

"Then go if you wish so, but throw everything you own into the sea."

"All ?"

"Yes, if you wish to start again."

Aldis retired to his chamber and collect the few things he owned. Plastic balls, a paddle, a flute and some books. The boat will be here in two days he thought so I have time to say goodbye to everybody.

Captain Thorns was furious. The wounded man in front of him was begging for his life.

"Why should I spear you when you couldn't keep an eye on the ship?" He yelled.

"It was a girl. I didn't want to hurt her. She called herself Ambhara."

"Stop it already! Don't say that name again." He said leaving the room and going back to his chamber.

When he was alone he saw the picture Ambhara had drawn and shook his head. That girl had stolen his diary and all the information he had collected since he took the way of the sky. He smashed his fist on his desk filled up with rage. He calmed after few moments remembering he had a copy of it at Twin tongue kept in secret by some monks. He always double copied his work making sure to send the new pages to them. The problem was that the book held information no one needed to know, most of all a little spoiled girl.

Meanwhile Ambhara didn't understand what happened in the tavern that became chaotic after the man fell on the floor. Cedric got closer and whispered to the girl.

"I know you have questions."

The girl turned fast and glanced at him.

"Who are you?"

"Somebody who wants to help, my name is Cedric." He replied.

"What do you want from me?"She asked.

"I saw you painting and we both know, that paintbrush you have, it's not from here..."

"Ehi, how did you... were you spying on me?" She yelled.

"No, no calm down. I can explain. Not here, not now. If you come with us I'll tell you everything." Said Cedric pointing to his silent friend.

"I don't even know you." She replied.

"This is no time for discussing, as you see we have major problems now. Some zombie-like scarecrows are attacking the city."

"I don't understand why you want me..." She replied.

"Because of the brush. We can't talk right now. We'll wait outside, if you want to know about what's is going on, you better come out with us. If don't, well bad for you." He said going outside followed by his new friend.

"Do you think she's coming?" He asked.

"Of course she's an artist and she's pretty curious too." Cedric replied.

He took out some tobacco and lighted his churchwarden. Then he checked the door that was opening.