The old knight clearly belonged to the traditional "cryptic riddle-spewer" camp.
He always hated leaving things half-said. Perhaps he thought Murphy couldn't handle the threats he'd left unspoken. Or perhaps, compared to the promising future Murphy, he trusted more the power of the "Scarlet Witch" he had once faced himself.
Murphy wanted to know more, but he also knew full well that if old Finnock didn't want to talk, there was no way to pry his mouth open. In their current situation, the disparity in strength left him utterly helpless.
Using the same method as before, the old knight quickly broke through the thick wall above the Blood Eagle Corridor's hidden waterfall and opened a door from the passageway into the depths of the corridor.
The two of them jumped out into the lavish corridor. Murphy opened the map in his hand and studied the layout around them, then said to the watchful old knight:
"Perfect for a surprise attack! These are the servants' quarters. The Blood Eagle Sanctuary, where the Sacred Blood Pool is located, is just one corridor away. We can head back from here and open up the central area that's currently sealed off, so your subordinates can reach us faster.
"Or we can scout ahead and confirm Salokdar's location."
"Both our forces are resting in the Second Hall right now. They'll need time to recover their fighting strength."
The old knight calculated the time in his head and said to Murphy:
"They'll need at least eight hours of rest to get back to full strength! They'll also need to replenish their various combat supplies. Witch Hunters may be tough and tenacious, but they still get tired. Your otherworldly summons will need some time to reestablish their connection to the material world, too, right?"
"Mm. They'll need