They were climbing the spiral staircase that would lead them back to the Hall of the Five Thrones, as fast as their feet would carry them. With every step Alfred took, the burning in his lungs seemed to worsen. He felt as if his spleen was becoming increasingly heavy. At this rate, the guardians would soon catch him. The last time Alfred had looked, Vigor was only a few steps behind him, but that was a while ago. It wasn't that easy checking if his...