Lorna

Lorna paced the long corridor outside Lucian's study for what felt like the hundredth time that night. True, she was not born with the witch's second sight, but her gut told her he would return to Castle Mont instead of rejoining the army heading toward Ibudal from Ovandale. 

Nim had balked at Lorna's initial suggestion of having someone wait at Castle Mont if the rescue party decided to regroup there but eventually gave in when she saw Lorna had no intention of budging on the matter. 

No, Lorna did not possess any ability to see into the future, but her instincts hadn't failed her yet. Call it women's intuition or a sinking feeling, but she intended to follow it either way. Her hunch was confirmed only moments later when voices could be heard rumbling from the great hall below.