Saer had gone on foot then after. Also, from a significant distance Saer could see the open door of Maester’s house. As he walked closer, the shining lock on floor took his attention. He picked the broken lock and threw it after checking its strength. Suspecting a theft, he called, “Maester Rudolph.” “HELP….” A sore voice came from inside, which compelled Saer to get in. Everything being out of place made the sitting room unrecognizable. “Maester, is this you?” Saer called again. “Help me.” The fatigued voice came from upstairs. His hand reached for his waist in search of the sword he had left in the Logrum Forest of Azmra. Fuck. He chose a broken bottle as his weapon. The mercenary leaped over turned furniture and walked on countless books in search of the staircase. Saer picked a fallen book when the cry for help resounded. Its cover was drenched in red liquid. Crimson traces reached to the top of the staircase from bottom. “I’m coming.” Saer followed the blood tracks. While he did so, the blood spots kept diminishing. Track of blood was now occasional smudges on floor. Even those were not dark, like they were downstairs. He stopped going forward when he saw an ink bottle infront of a door. His gut gave an instant stimulus of flight, but his eyes had control over his actions. A girl no older than twenty stood infront of the window at end of the passage. Saer could tell she had been hiding in the room on her left because the door was still open. Wernh’An’s eye didn’t force him to go any further. “Calajhan.” Saer said loud, realizing his eye had started to work. The stranger being aware of her identity created fear in Rikilda’s mind. Unlike Saer, she held the hand of fighting instinct. A colourless wave came from her hand and grounded Saer. “Help.” Maester Rudolph came out laughing from the room behind Saer.