The feel of the bow in his hands served to help him a great deal. He found a molten flow of lava coursing through him, lending him strength he hadn't known he had. Thinking much more clearly, quickly strung the bow, finding it only a bit harder to do so than he normally would.<br/><br/>The boy asked him where he thought the poison would have been kept, and that got him thinking. He mentally combed the city, considering every angle. He shut his eyes, and leaned back against the wardrobe, letting his thoughts take control. There was a large granery, but that was not accessed daily by enough people to matter. There were wells all over the city. It would be too difficult to poison them all quickly.<br/><br/>The kid spoke again and he realized he'd begun dozing again, but this time, it was easier to reorder his thoughts. "No, I'm fine... I was thinking. They could have easily killed me. But instead they left me alive. You say I would only have slept a day? And then the pain for how long? Whatever they were doing, we have roughly until the end of the day before it is too late. We need to get to Crowley. I think they are using the ground water. There is a large underground stream that feeds the city's wells. We have to figure out how they poisoned it. Will you be able to identify the poison?"