After the gathering ended, Lorne left feeling satisfied.
Behind him, the man selling medicinal concoctions watched him from the shadows in the distance.
"He doesn't look like someone from the Aurora Order."
"An unaffiliated 'Monster'?" the man murmured, lightly resting a finger against his chin. "How rare."
"And his fate is a little..."
"Unusual..."
After a moment's thought, the man quietly followed him.
After the gathering ended, Lorne walked out of the house, the cool evening breeze brushing his face. He tugged at the hood of his cloak and prepared to head to his agreed meeting place with Danitz.
Someone's there? Lorne sensed that someone seemed to be following him.
His right hand swiftly slipped inside his clothes and gripped his gun. Lorne spun around and saw a vague figure standing in the shadows at the mouth of the alley.
"You're the one who was selling those concoctions earlier?" Lorne barely managed to recognize him by his build.
Sharper than I expected. Very talented... the man silently praised him.
He removed his mask, revealing a rather young man beneath the cloak. Then he took a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on. With his hair neatly combed back, he looked even more refined.
"That's right." The man nodded.
"What is it? Do your concoctions come with after-sales service?" Lorne was a little puzzled. He couldn't figure out why the man had approached him.
Is he up to something? That shouldn't be it. Plenty of people bought his concoctions earlier. There's no reason he'd single me out.
Or did my request to buy a Sequence 7 Potion draw his attention?
But his Spirituality Intuition gave no warning, suggesting that the man probably bore him no great ill will.
Even so, Lorne remained highly alert, ready to draw