The others took their cue and kept mostly quiet. Eleusia got up from her space on the floor and disappeared back down to the kitchens with the empty tray, her soft footsteps quickly receding. Gwilym lit a small candle and went over the sketch plans of the castle one more time, carefully studying each parchment diagram, trying to visualise every corner and corridor. Antauros checked and re-checked his gear, making sure everything was in its place before lying down with his back to the room. Soon, his snoring rumbled through the floorboards.
Torben didn’t really sleep; he was concentrating so hard on suppressing Hrex’s muttering in his head that it was impossible for him to let his brain relax. Every time his exhaustion felt as if it would finally pull him into unconsciousness, Hrex’s voice
