The cold wind tugged gently at the hem of Vlad's coat as he walked the open streets of Skyreach. The artificial lights of the city pulsed softly overhead, scattering across polished steel balconies and snow-dusted rooftops.
Distant noises echoed from the inner city boulevards, where the wealthy were just now settling into their pleasures for the night. Flickering lights from theatres, gladiator duels, and skyboard racing lounges were all alive with activity.
But Vlad's mind wasn't on the city.
Vlad had left Naoemi's home a few minutes ago, leaving without saying anything about the artifact in the Duke's treasury, which he needed, not because he had forgotten.
But it was now clear that Noemi had already told him everything she could.
Whatever her connection to this 'Kyle,' which was likely a made-up name, her reluctance to speak about him was definitely due to her being under oath, unable to speak even if he had wanted to.
