Chapter V: Ambushed
Marabir, who seems to have improved a little after a night, more or less, of quiet sleep, seems to be in no mood to humour his brother's instruction. He continues to pull himself up, uneasily, and hobbles over to the window. He pants as he peers out, leaning against the window frame. He also does not appear to see anything, and pushes himself away from the frame as he makes his way across the room.
"Pass me my sword," he winces to Nod.