Rilik grinned, "With who's always guarding her in public and during the course behind the shadows, I doubt it."
Zylus stepped back, "That's enough." He murmured, "Are we allowed to use our systems here?"
"No," Rilik answered, "Mordain would be able to sense our flow, so it wouldn't matter, not at all."
"I see," Zylus added, "how do we check the time?"
"I just memorised the intervals when it becomes night and day," Rilik pointed at the stone wall across from the bars, "these scratches show whenever it becomes night and day."
Rilik stared intensely at them, "So, it's seven in the afternoon right now, from this right here."
He studied a scratch crossed with three lines, a weird signal that provided enough information for him to detect the difference between sunlight and night. Whether it was a myth or a miracle, it was something valuable.
"Rilik Scorce," a guard came by, pitifully staring at him, "your turn to go in."
