Across the campsite in another tent, Alescan Tharwenn could not find any rest either. He was pacing incessantly with a deep frown on his face and dark half-moons under his eyes.
Every day he would rise early in the morning and search every zin of the woods that he could, and return late at night to bathe and rest.
His servants were very pained to see how he would subject himself to such harsh treatment and how haggard he looked now. They longed for their master to take a proper meal and take care of himself, but he refused.
"Master, this is a breakfast platter sent from the kitchen tent. Please have some while it's hot."
Alescan barely glanced at the platter and then at his eunuch, then shook his head. "I won't eat it."
Steward Zhan's face became tight with worry. "Master, if you won't eat, how will you find Her Third Highness?"