Noctisardor Bypass Blasé and lucky tonight,

She knew she wasn’t mistaken, though his confirmation elicited a thoughtful purse of her lips. So this was the infamous Anselm. He was purportedly here out of concern for Etienne. She had her doubts about that, though Druid reminded herself she shouldn’t let others’ vague descriptions decide her opinions. He was here in front of her. She could form her own judgments.

You have our—your father’s accent, she replied coolly to his own inquiry. You look like them too. Both of them. Mahler and Wylla.