Beyond the glass pane, figures moved through the misty streets. Kael among them. A pawn in a much larger war, though one with potential. He would play his part, willingly or not. Others would follow. Some would die. The pieces would shift, rearrange, and the board would continue its dance. But it didn't matter.
I would ensure there were no loose ends.
A flicker of motion. A shift in the air.
I didn't turn immediately, merely exhaling softly as I set the glass down with a muted clink. "There you are."