"I am going to focus on Galthor now," Lady Pelica said.
"Just be careful, my Lady," Han reminded her.
She nodded without speaking and her hand went back to resting on the coffin. The blood mist rippled as if a mighty wave had just hit it and her body tensed as she made connections.
Galthor's relic was still in its dagger form and it floated up to hover in the middle of the room. Through that, she was able to see. The first strange thing she noticed was that Galthor was sitting up in his bed with his eyes closed and breathing evenly.
His hands were folded in front of him.
The dagger froze as Lady Pelica looked on with confusion. "What exactly is going on here? Is this how the chief sleeps? I can tell that he is asleep...but is it not a very strange way of sleeping?"
The dagger stayed frozen in place for a while but nothing changed. Galthor continued to sit up and breathe softly, fast asleep. He did not behave in any strange way or manner. But Lady Pelica was also cautious.
