Castle Maladil - RPG

[The Fifth]

Kenelm stopped playing his harp in surprise, staring upon Calimiel, who was now a human -- no longer a wailing, blind spirit of an Elf, but that of a living mortal. Now he knew what it was all about ... the living. There were still two of them left. But who was going to take over them?

Kenelm stood quietly, looking hesitant for a moment, then drifted through the rusting iron bars, and then floated towards the stairs, stepping noiselessly down the decaying steps and to the second floor of the Castle. He arrived to the door of Maladil's bedroom, and, hearing no plates crashing or screaming, peeked in. Nobody was there.

He supposed his father was somewhere in the Great Hall, and drifted downwards to the ground floor. He still did not know whether to tell Maladil or not concerning the prisoners and their uses; the way Calimiel was glancing at him earlier with those veiled, eyeless sockets warned him not to, somehow. However, he continued to look for Maladil.