"She's asleep," Alamir shrugged. "She'll need at least eight more hours to wake up, and she'll relive this beautiful dream for the rest of her life."
"That's enough," Lancelot rolled his eyes. "Have you forgotten? We still have questions for her."
"She's already spoken to me," Alamir pointed to a small door beneath the arena, "Go through that door, and on the wall you'll find two sizes of candle holders, the third large one on the left and the sixth small one on the right are the switches for the secret passage. Turn the large one counterclockwise and the small one clockwise... at least that's what she told me."
"Not bad..." Lancelot raised one eyebrow, "Shall we set off now, or do you need a rest too?"
"Of course not, I'm just like when I got up this morning, full of vitality," Alamir said with a proud smile, then his expression turned serious, "But before we set off, there's something I need to tell you about Ini..."
