Usually, when someone is nearing a goal they’ve aspired for their entire life, there’s a euphoric sensation involved. When fate Herself is smiling down and helping the endgame come to pass. It’s a feeling that overshadows everything else good in the world; where nothing else matters other than the knowledge of victory being so damn close.
So why do I not feel like that?
Why am I sitting in a bar in Fortuna’s town, staring down my destiny at the bottom of an amber bottle?
I arrived with plans to seek Fortuna out in daylight tomorrow, though if Grandmother is correct and they have a barrier around their territory, it’s likely they’re aware I’m here.
Instead, I’ve chosen the nearest bar to hide out in. Why? Because on my way here, in the midst of everything else coursing through my head,
