You flap your wings as silently as you can, letting the winds carry you for the most part. You don´t know how much time the invisibility will last, but it won´t be very much, so you don´t lose much time searching the other cells. Some of them are empty, other contains one or more prisoners, but none as the one you´re looking for. Finally, you land on the cells being closely guarded and look down to the sentinels. They continue playing their dice game on a mat, while the fifth one finishes slowly his breakfast. Descending carefully, only one feet from the standing guard, you peer through the small barred window: there indeed an old man inside. Regular face, small nose, a scar in the forehead: it must be him, though he seem to be a little older than you expected.
Suddendly, someone bumps into you and pushes your body so you in turn bump into the standing guard. “¿What the f…?” He says, looking at the empty space (you). The others stop playing and look at him. You hear wing sounds nearby, sounds like of a very big bird, though you can´t locate where or see anything.