"Jory, wait," Kelyn says, as he thrusts the sheets aside and scrambles from the low bed. "Isn't it too early -" "The earlier the better. Come on!" He bolts for the door, and Kelyn follows, shielding her eyes from the light. "Wait!" She doesn't catch up until he reaches a hall and stops to stare around. In front of him is a grand flight of stairs curving up away from them, and to the left is a wide hall with pillars supporting more storeys. "How big is this place?!" he exclaims. "Exactly!" Kelyn huffs, leaning against a bookshelf to catch her breath. Jory whips round suddenly, pointing to a blur of motion. "That creature! It's Inric's! Follow it!"