Jin faded back into the city heading this time for the palace. As he passed the empty streets, he contemptuously strode along the empty thoroughfare, which was a good sign, as the people must have been hiding in there homes. Perhaps they were close to breaking point, which meant that part of his plan had succeeded. As he made his way down some tight cobbled streets, it seemed to him that many of the houses were abandoned, there were heavy drapes hanging in front of the windows preventing light from escaping through them.
Jin did not know it was at times of Plague that the custom of the Finns was to hang curtains in front of their windows so as to prevent the entry of evil spirits.
Jin felt his control slipping, so he quickly directed Kranz back to his room. Before getting there he lost his link with him. When Kranz came too, he was standing outside the Golden Hall, he felt disoriented and keeling over, he wretched and was sick. He wondered if he had been sleepwalking, perhaps the stress of the siege was getting too much for him. He would tell the others what had happened, but first he needed to rest, an overwhelming weariness took him so he headed back to his room, he could barely keep his eyes open. Before he reached his room his head began to spin, he felt his stomach tighten in knots, bending over he vomited violently. Once he had been sick his head began to clear, perhaps he had been infected by the plague; horrified by the consequences of that, he rushed to his room closed the door behind him and lay down on his bed. Nervous tension had sapped his body, until finally he succumbed to it, and fell into a deep sleep.