After Danny had sent the message to his three compatriots, he waited in the bar. He had slept immediately after departing from Hana and the tea house, and harvested glamour from the fascination of a group of young students enjoying one of the local galleries. He was weary still, the candle having been burnt most firmly at both ends.
Will it last the night?
The half-finished poem popped into the Smith's head, much to his own amusement, as he looked at his mantle. The new change was vivid and stark, the shadows that warped around him looking that much more intensive as the torch light flamed with the half-hidden secrets of Autumn.
He hadn't even touched the glass of red wine at his elbow. The matter at had was far too serious for that, because a battle was coming, and it had been hard fought and hard achieved. Now, it would surely draw to a close.
With his contract supporting his previously broken nerve, the Paladin of Shadows awaited his comrades in arms.
2 successes to Heart of the Antlion