Hastening into Legend, Tristan went straight to their normal spot seeing his friends already sitted with an ale deep in a conversation, he sat down looking gloomy.
“Buddy howdy, I came over to your place earlier today but your butler said you were out...Why are you looking distressed?” Quizzed John turning towards him.
“When did she write to you?” Tristan interrogated directly not having time for pleasantries.
“Who, Beverly?” questioned the dismayed John
“Who else damn it?”Tristan barreled impatiently
“Oh...I saw the message this morning...She said she had been trying to reach you all to no avail. At first, I was confused thinking it was Gretchen until I saw Davenshire seal” he paused and looked around bending down to whisper in a hushed tone “I thought you were done with mistresses
