"Brother Aldus?" Wil pokes his head through the back door, and is enormously relieved to see the room contains no-one but Aldus, who is standing by the table putting a book into a bag. "Wil! It's good to see you!" He pauses, and peers past Wil at the door. "Where's Cyrward?" "Staying with the rebels..." "I see. Well, that's probably for the best." "What do you mean? What's going on?" Wil eyes the bag on the table and feels a pang of unease. "I spoke to Father Gethyl about your situation," Aldus says, which about matches Wil's disquiet. "He's willing to grant you sanctuary here, for a time." "A - a time?" "Until things calm down. Or longer, if you want?" "I could stay?" Wil isn't sure how he feels about that at the moment, even if - long ago now - he had wanted to join the Brotherhood. Anyway, there are more important things he is worried about at present. "But - your bags..." "I told him everything."