Nothing looks out of place on the narrow city sidewalks. No typhoon-strength wind has blasted through here, knocking everything askew.
Ziros, you think as loudly as you can.Where are you?
No response.
Of course there’s no response
You could only hear his voice before because of the link.
And now that it’s gone, you’ll never be able to reach him.
As you walk, you try not to think about your bank account and how soon rent is due and how you won’t be able to pay it unless you make up some hours fast. Quite a few hours.
You probably should have gone to work.
This is probably a pointless endeavor.
Probably, you never should have gone out looking for him.
You’re like Little Bo Peep and he’s like a lost sheep. (A very powerful lost sheep who probably doesn’t want to be found.Bah!)
But maybe if you leave him alone, he’ll return? Wagging his tail behind him?
No?
Maybe you should stop and rest.
You’ve been wandering Bridgeborough for hours already, and your feet are seriously starting to ache.
Maybe you’re getting delirious.
At least you haven’t run into any skaddlers. You brought your little sword, but you’re so exhausted, you don’t know how good you’d be against one.
You keep walking, telling yourself you’ll turn around soon.
It’s late afternoon now.
You’ve lost count of how many hours you’ve been at it, canvassing the streets like you’re searching for a lost dog.
Maybe you’d have better luck putting up flyers:
Handsome! Lost demigod!
Reward?Ha.
As if you could afford to offer a reward.
You push that mental image out of your mind, seconds from turning around and heading home, when you look up and find yourself standing in front of a slate black building with a swooping red roof.
The front door is open, but you can’t see anything through the dark windows. Perhaps that’s intentional.
A classy, softly glowing sign readsThe Crimson Palacein red letters.
What an unusual building for this part of town.
Is this…a restaurant?
Your stomach growls hopefully, but you don’t smell any food cooking.
