The Seer looks over to the corner where Aldus is sitting, and despite himself, Aldus flinches. There's a big difference between a Seer lying wounded and unconscious and one who is up and active and clearly capable of great magic since he has just appeared out of nowhere. "Brother Aldus," he says, and his voice hasn't changed but Aldus can hear a level of irritation underneath it. He swallows. "You let me your books to read before," the Seer continues. "Do you now hold mine hostage?" "No - I -" But before Aldus can manage a complete sentence, the curtains are thrust aside as someone else barges into their conversation. "We need your help! Please!" "Cyrward!"