Chapter Twenty-Two
A loud crash in the middle of the night woke Searon, whose eyes jolted open. He moved his head on the pillow and shrank it back when his face sank into a large puddle of drool. Licking his lips, he sat up on his bed and heard another crash followed by a scream. His eyes grew wider, and he yawned loudly before getting to his feet. He looked around for his claymore before discovering it still attached at his side. His head shook tiredly, and he banged on the door in his room connecting to room seventeen.
When he heard no response, he opened it to see Karceoles stumbling to get his brown robe on. He seemed to struggle, but he didn’t look like he had been asleep yet.
“Did you hear that, Karceoles?”
“Yes, yes. I will meet you outside, and we’ll investigate.”
Searon nodde
