The small back room was simply decorated for the evening's meeting. A small assortment of seats scattered about, the pattern facilitated for casual conversation. Small lamps created a soft but well lit air. The rug covering nearly the entire floor muting but not entirely muffling the sounds of a theater's backstage.
Twist had every faith that Kalos had taken care of everything, but she couldn't help herself as she wandered through the room to see for herself.
Her curiosity was a thread that undercut ever step.
Of all the things that she had expected Edward to do, requesting a meeting with herself and Jennifer in regards to swearing a separate oath was not one of them. She was curious as to what Jennifer would say about it. Curious to what Edward got out of the arrangement. Oh, the illusion of safety, to be sure. But that was all it would be. She was still his Priscus after all.
And still the Hound.
Well, she would soon find out. Kalos was waiting in the lobby even now to escort the two down upon their arrival. And so she smoothed the wrinkles from her clothes and waited.