Not long before leaving the room, Lucian found himself caught in thought about what to do next.
He knew the plan was a flop from the start but he went ahead with it anyways. The Sarfir card hadn't played out as well as he'd hoped.
What was I thinking…
"You weren't thinking at all, to be honest," Quenya replied quickly.
"Yeah, maybe you're right."
"But I don't plan on giving up."
"Guessed as much. Still, what now?"
"Now? We go deal with our unfinished business." He gave Quenya a look and she flew, her dresses fluttering like petals in spring.
His feet moved through building corridors. He was no longer in the Deluos underground halls, but in the other complex—used for official dealings rather than gambling. He didn't leave through the gate when he near the exit but rather went near the opposite wall to stand.
Lucian's thoughts wandered as he waited for Quenya to return. His mind turned, inevitably, to the man whose shadow hung over all of this: Amadeus Navorian.
