Meeting Florin Again

Silax pushed himself away from the chair with a groan, the wood creaking in protest.

"I'll get back to you, Eryn, after I speak with Florin."

He didn't wait for a reply, his long strides eating up the distance to the office door in a heartbeat. With a slam that echoed down the hallway, he was gone, leaving Eryn staring after him, a furrow etching itself between her brows.

Silax got down to the main hall and made his way through the crowd of people. The crowd had diminished a bit at this point, as the day was getting late.

He stepped outside and hailed a carriage back to the hotel. He watched the familiar Ullion bustle from the comfort of his ride as the carriage weaved its way through the city.

Silax barely acknowledged his surroundings as he got to the lobby of Ælf's Garden. His focus was singular: Tyla's office.