Deciding against it, Nova did not bother to ask Kiros what was going on with him, but he had a feeling he was somehow connected and it was also connected to the royal families within this city, that would explain his encounter with Theron earlier.
The city hummed as evening slowly unfurled its dark veil across the skies. Lanterns began flickering to life, casting warm pools of light across the cobbled streets as Nova and Kiros returned to the inn. The shadows stretched longer, wrapping the city in a quiet that only the truly attentive noticed.
They stepped inside the inn to find it empty of their companions. No Seraphina, no Dravon, no Alnira, no Sarn. Nova glanced around, noting the faint traces of movement in the dust on the floor, the emptiness of the hearth, and the untouched glasses at their table from the morning.
