She'd probably heard about Langdon's death. Had probably mourned, thinking she'd lost someone real. The guilt of that deception—however necessary it had been at the time—sat heavy in Akhil's gut.
'I'll have to find her after this,' he thought. 'Explain everything. She deserves to know the truth.'
His gaze shifted to another familiar figure, and this time surprise colored his recognition.
A man in a cowboy hat stood on his platform, casually taking a drag from a cigarette as he surveyed the arena with the calm assessment of someone who'd seen plenty of violence and wasn't particularly impressed. His other hand rested on a revolver at his hip, fingers tapping an idle rhythm.
'Greg.'
Another adventurer from the emblem quest. Akhil had honestly thought the man was all talk—the casual attitude, the seemingly lazy demeanor, the way he'd approached everything like it was barely worth his effort.
