Lunch drew to a close, leaving behind a deceptive calm. Beneath the polite exchanges and shared meals, a current of unspoken awareness flowed between Alaric and Cassandra. Alaric, with a nonchalant air and a murmured excuse about pressing engagements, made his preparations to depart for his scheduled rendezvous with Brita Kuusk.
'Right, time to switch gears,' Alaric mused internally, mentally pivoting away from the morning's intimate chaos and towards the afternoon's strategic maneuvering. 'Brita Kuusk time. Let's see what intel she's dug up on the Phantom Assembly's demon dealings. Time to get some concrete info.'
