"I am the one you have been waiting to speak with." The woman's distorted silhouette shifted slightly. "So… how about we have a small chat?"
I swear, whoever was writing my fate definitely had some kind of grudge out for me.
Did I somehow offend them? Or did they naturally hold a grudge against a handsome fellow like myself?
I could never understand it.
Because otherwise, it made absolutely no sense for some completely new shady character to barge into my room the moment I was prepared to rest and ask me for a chat of all things.
But oh well.
It was what it was.
I walked forward confidently as my cloak fluttered gracefully behind me. A single card slipped from my sleeve and moved downward quietly, clinging to the floor to not attract any useless attention.
It was my safety mechanism in case things went south.
