Concerns in the Distance
"Defi, are you well?"
Vesia's concerned tones broke Defi of a mildly panicking spiral. He realized she'd been talking while he sat there silent, clutching Turq in his arms like a lifeline, his mind rushing through numerous plans.
Needless to say, many of the plans, including the one that said drop everything and take a ship across the ocean, were discarded as soon as they formed.
He took a deep breath.
He did not need to do anything at all.
Ymirin was only being diligent. It was logical to survey an unknown city at least once personally, in case it became a battleground.
His hand went to where the Tesorium badge was tucked into his belt.
There was no one other than Garun who would connect the name Defi to Desislaf Rimet, he reminded himself.