“Good idea.” Fletcher stood on tiptoe and peered over the heads of the crowd, searching for Viran. But it seemed he’d given them the slip, escaping the room without any of them realizing.
“Should we look for him?” Danisan asked.
Roxanne had to give the elf credit—he was really trying hard.
Fletcher shook his head. “Everyone grieves differently. Let’s give him space. Besides, he has plenty on his plate now. I’m sure he’s heading to the mountains.”
The three of them had just turned toward the main stairwell when a voice rang out: “A moment of your time, Ambassador Fleuridae?”
Roxanne paused and glanced behind her. Effrax approached, coming up silently on his brand new, molded prosthetic.
“We were going to grab dinner,” she said. “You’re welcome to come.”
“Dinner sounds good. A hearty
