More Questions and Fewer Answers

Kai frowned as he stirred the embers of the dying fire. The manor's grand hall was eerily quiet, save for the occasional flicker of flame and the faint shuffle of undead outside.

Weeks had passed since Kai started training under Orlin. The undead were slowly coming under his control, but he still had much more to go.

One thing, however, continued to nag at him.

He never saw the old man sleep.

Not once.

Every night, when Kai dragged himself into a quiet corner of the manor to rest, Orlin was still awake.

He watched Kai with curious eyes, read from a book, or simply existed in an unnerving stillness.

Each morning after waking, Kai found Orlin in the same state. He remained alert, composed, and unsettlingly motionless.

Kai poked at the fire again before finally asking, "Do you ever sleep?"

Orlin, who had been idly flipping through a brittle, leather-bound tome, didn't even look up.