Gawain knows that Miss Melita Ponia must be nearby—how could a dragon responsible for observing the continent's situation leave her post on the eve of such a historic event?
After concluding the communication, Gawain did not leave the study. He quietly waited behind his desk, his mind dispersing, his keen senses collecting sounds from various nearby places: the attendants were pacing back and forth in nearby rooms, presumably preparing the robes and ornaments needed for the coronation ceremony; the sound of military boots on the ground was coming from downstairs, which should be the guard conducting the last defense adjustment before the ceremony starts; some very faint noise from the direction of the garden outside the castle, probably the commotion Rebecca created...
