Newt retrieved the things he needed and everything was quiet as Kanisa sketched out the basic layout of the courtyard where King Matthios held his executions. “I wish I could say how Sora is going to be killed, but the king changes it all the time. He could be hanged, he could be cut open, beheaded, shot with arrows. It depends on his mood.”

“What a just and noble king,” Falcon muttered.

Kanisa looked over at him and kept her mouth shut. Before, she would have defended her king, that those executed had been traitors. But she had been doubting King Matthios' methods for more than a year now.

“I doubt we will be able to get up on the walls, which would be ideal,” Conrad said, tapping part of Kanisa’s hastily scribbled map, “but even just here, above the others.” He pointed to an inner set of stairs. “I do not want to hit someone by accident.”

Kanisa nodded and then sat back, thinking of Sora and his powers.

“Think out loud, Kanisa,” Kindle Lou said.

Kanisa smiled. “Sorry. If Sora has al