After some wandering, Mavolus lay down. He was enjoying the company of the squalls. He looked up at the clear sky, looking at the stars, hoping for good news. Half his vision was blurred. His left eye had been wounded in the fight, and it's sight was muddled. All new a star reader's gift was based on the eyes: the right to read the stars, and the left to comprehend them. All he could see was gibberish. His sight was his life, and now that was gone. He couldn't tell anyone, not until he knew more.