After the Intelligence Agency meeting was over, Amber went straight to Gawain's study.
Gawain was currently sitting behind his desk, carefully leafing through an old book that had already been repaired and reinforced. His gaze moved slowly over the mottled pages and the letters that had been redrawn by the bookbinder. The not-yet-dispersed smell of alchemical potions drifted faintly into his nose. The contents appearing in this ancient travelogue made him fall into thought from time to time, and then a voice suddenly coming out of thin air interrupted his motions—
"Hey! I just got out of the meeting and heard you were looking for me!" Amber's figure surfaced out of the air, bringing with her that forever-buoyant energy. "Got another job where I can earn some extra money?"
