Endra had to wait for Alvich's answer. The old man decided he needed to summarize the day's events once more, as things were getting a bit out of scale. Endra did not know why. He seemed smart enough that he didn't need to pause like this. And Endra's arguments were logical enough.
Was he just prudent like that? Careful not to make the slightest mistakes? Or was he trying to buy time with this move? Whatever it was, Endra had no power here. He could only hope for Alvich's permission.
Two minutes later, Alvich reached his conclusion. "The boy is right. We've seen many fabricable proofs, but nothing concrete. I would like to see this young myself as well."
Baron Armbron's wife looked distraught, but spoke no complaints. The Baron himself only sighed slightly and led the group to Lyudvik's room.
"Boy, you there?" he said, knocking on the door.
"Father?"
'So he hasn't run away? Sounds cheerful enough…'