With the Seer lying on one of the infirmary beds, Wil can finally get a proper look at him. He feels distinctly disappointed, and he's not the only one. "He's... a bit scruffy," Cyrward states. "I thought all the Lord Seers were dressed like kings?" Wil asks. "As long as he can do magic, I don't care." Cyrward's eyes are gleaming as he stares at the prone figure. "You want him to do magic for you?" "Not for me, for the cause!" Cyrward strikes a gallant pose as best he can with one arm in a sling. "They can level mountains and flood cities, a few troops should be easy for him!" "That's if the tales are true," Aldus says, looking up from his careful checking of the unconscious Seer. "I have my doubts." "Pshaw!" Cyrward grins, although Wil would prefer to side with the more cautious orden. After all, he's the magic-user. "You'd better get home, Wil," Aldus says, ignoring Cyrward. "It's almost dark."