He had been reaching out, trying to pinpoint where everyone was on the ship. He still couldn’t distinguish one person from another with his auspex, but he could narrow it down considerably. The person on the bridge? Silvertalon. The clump of people in the cabins nearest to the bridge? The Gethrenians, and across from them the princess herself, as well as her knight standing annoyingly in the hallway outside her room. Handy was convinced he hadn’t moved all night. The rest of them, however, stayed in the other cabins, except for the occasional visit to the lavatory. Night hours made hunting his target much easier, and Handy knew out of which room he was currently hiding in.