The twins leave everyone for dust, racing down to the physician"s chambers, colliding with anyone or anything that gets in their way. It’s a struggle to find the room, the corridors a maze of tunnels. To their frustration, upon finally reaching it, the bed’s empty, and a narky old physician is less than helpful in directing them to their father. He’s distracted by an experimental concoction that slowly comes to a boil. The greenish blue liquid swirls in the glass jar sitting on a large candle. Fionn stares deep into its mesmerising swirls of the colour spectrum. It’s like the sea off the Raven coast that calmly swishes, unlike the wild Atlantic on their doorstep.
"Be on your way…nosey parkers," snarls the old man, directing them to the door while placing his cloaked body between them and
