Noctisardor Bypass Blasé and lucky tonight,

She came closer, a politely inquisitive expression on her face as the stranger turned to face her. He was quite tall, though otherwise unremarkable. There was a vague familiarity to his features. Druid’s lips parted. Then he spoke and she knew, without a doubt, this must be Anselm. It wasn’t just that he asked after Etienne. It was that accent.

I’m not sure, she replied calmly, coming closer now, eyes roaming his face. He was here a few days back, though he’s since left. You must be Anselm. I’m Druid.