"Wil, good morning." Aldus looks up from the Seer's bed and smiles. Wil eyes the sleeping form. "Hasn't he woken up yet?" "No, but sleep after a blow to the head is not unusual." "A blow to the head?" "Yes, here." Aldus gestures to the bandage wrapped around the Seer's head, mostly hidden by his thick black hair. It holds a pad against his right temple. "Is it a bad wound?" "No. He should wake up soon, and hopefully with all his faculties intact." "Are there any other injuries?" "No. Well, only old wounds." Aldus looks at the bed again, a curious smile on his face. "His leg's been badly hurt, but it was a long time ago. It made me think again about those tales."