Another two days passed.
Toward evening, Danitz returned to the little tavern where he had previously asked around for information. He and Alger had agreed that if he wanted to find him, they could meet here.
This time, Danitz's disguise was much more refined than before. At least people would not recognize him as "Flame" at a glance.
He scanned the tavern but saw no sign of Alger, leaving him a little disappointed.
Was that fellow not coming today?
He found an inconspicuous corner and sat down, ordering a mug of ale. As he drank absently, he pricked up his ears to listen to the noisy conversations around him.
Perhaps he could pick up some fresh gossip and information while he was at it.
Just as he was about to lose patience, the tavern's creaking wooden door swung open, and a man with messy hair and a composed air walked in.
Danitz looked up. It was Alger. Today, he wore only an ordinary linen coat and looked like an experienced sailor.
Danitz's heart skipped a beat. Forcing himself to remain calm, he took another sip and waited for the right moment.
Only after Alger sat down at the bar did Danitz pick up his mug, stroll over as if by chance, and take the seat beside him.
"Hey, buddy, we meet again." He greeted him with easy familiarity.
"Flame?"
Alger turned and saw Danitz. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes; he clearly had not expected Danitz to seek him out.
"So it really is you." He nodded. "Nice makeup. Much better than last time."
"Of course. I'm a professional." Danitz laughed and settled into his seat. "Fancy a drink?"
"Sure." Alger nodded.
Then Alger and Danitz left the bar and found an inconspicuous corner of the tavern to sit