Promises, once spoken, are bound by honor's decree. As Claire had declared prior, they resolved to seize a respite within Mostana City, where the grand casinos of Rehtolar reached skyward. However, not a solitary gleam pierced the darkness, for the radiant sun held dominion in the heavens above.
The fugitive rats, denizens of shadow, continued their age-old ritual, seeking refuge amidst the foliage of bushes and trees. Invisibility mode remained steadfast, elevating their covert presence to its zenith.
"Have you kids ever been to a casino before?"
Before the children could utter a single word, the master of ashen smoke nonchalantly parted his lips.
"What do you think, Claire?"
"What? They might have been."
"I doubt it, though."
"Anyway, let them answer."
"Right."
"I've never been to one," Triss's eyes shimmered akin to the distant stars adorning the vast expanse of outer space.
"Same here."