End of pursuit

“That’s quite low of you, Maximo. Playing with your enemy is a bad habit. Please, be quick of whatever you want to do.”

“I know, I know.” He replied. “I’m wrapping this up.” Maximo nodded in acknowledgment.

“What is he doing exactly?” Alastor asked quietly, his voice is laden with dread. He’s losing confidence in the member of the so-called 10 rooks. He just noticed by now that Dorian is eating a lump of dried meat. His cheeks are red from churning.