Supporting the limping Danitz, Lorne staggered back with him to the Cheap Hotel.
Honestly, if he had not made a point of performing a coin divination before returning, he would hardly have dared come straight back here.
The moment they opened the door, Lucky, who had been curled up asleep on the bed, opened her amber eyes. She looked at the two of them, battered and covered in wounds, and seemed surprised as well.
"Meow?"
"Shit!"
As soon as Danitz entered, he could no longer hold himself up and collapsed into a chair. Cursing under his breath, he dug a first-aid kit out of his luggage, took out medicine and bandages, and began treating the wounds Misor had inflicted on him.
"Here, Brando." After tending to his own injuries, Danitz handed Lorne a bottle of alcohol.
Feeling the sting of the wound Maveti had slashed across his chest, Lorne took the bottle. He gritted his teeth and poured the harsh liquid straight onto the wound.
"Hiss-"
The intense sting made Lorne's brow furrow involuntarily.
Only after Danitz had more or less finished treating both their wounds did Lorne speak, his expression grave.
"There wasn't much time. Before coming back, I performed a brief Spirit Channeling on Maveti's corpse."
"'Steel' Maveti only returned to Bayam recently. There's a good chance that the Admiral of Blood came back with him."
"His cooperation with Misor was probably something he arranged on his own. So, in that respect, we're safe for the time being."
"Shit! What are those two lunatics doing in Bayam at a time like this? Aren't they afraid of those bastards from the Church of Storms?" Danitz cursed.
"Can you still contact the captain?" Lorne asked, returning to the most crucial question.
"I..." Danitz began to stammer. "That contact point... it's