Governor Nighthill gave Araun a solemn nod, obviously glad to see a familiar face in these troubled times.  Sarai offered him a smile but didn't seem to have much to say.<br/><br/>"Besides," Nighthill continued, "I don't think they're going to attack the keep so long as we keep it fortified.  They only seem interested in more loot."<br/><br/>"We still need to find a way to..."  Sarai's eyes suddenly froze as the lieutenant looked at Leena.  She did the same deal so common to the others, giving the sort of double-take in not understanding why, if it really was the pirate, she wasn't devastating the place.<br/><br/>Not noticing, Nighthill looked to Araun.  "Perhaps you'll be able to figure something out?  Talk to Castellan Escobert the Red.  His family helped build this place and they might have some sort of secret passage."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Mercusio worked his way through the wounded, an old man suddenly sat up from a dead sleep, grabbing his wrist but not opening his eyes.  "As the bell strikes two, my beloved's temple will find the warmth of life ignited with the wrath of flame and unchecked steel.  Do not let the life of her followers be so extinquished."  Without further warning, he falls back into a peaceful sleep.