Jehan
I am exhausted by the time I find Francois in one of the taverns. I have been searching for him for hours and my mind is racing at a speed that I cannot keep up with. The man looks rough. He seems heartbroken and on the verge of depression.
“How drunk are you?” I ask as I go sit next to him and winks at the barkeeper to bring me a glass of water. I had my quota of alcohol and I need a clear mind.
“Not nearly enough,” Francois sighs. “This is only my second one, but it is still early and I hope to be in oblivion within the hour.”
“You might want to reconsider that,” I smirk. “Especially if you hear what I have to tell.”
I accept my water from the barkeeper and start informing Francois word for word of what Corden told me.
“And you are this excited because Zelia is dead,” Francoi
