Atticus released a small sigh.
'Alone… again.'
He sat cross legged atop the bed. A few minutes after the earlier incident, he had regrouped with the others, listened to their brief report on what they had uncovered, and followed them back to the inn where they planned to spend the night.
Whisker had insisted they use the remaining time to gather information before the competition began tomorrow.
And because Atticus was already something of a known figure, they had decided it was better to leave him alone upstairs while they headed down to the bar.
'They better not be drinking.'
Tricking people into talking was something Ozeroth would openly disdain. Ozerra too. As for Whisker… Atticus exhaled again. The man had always been a slacker. It was, frankly, a hopeless case.
'I'll focus on the element instead.'
'Finally. Something worth your attention.'
