Fourth Station

"You've got potential, but potential alone won't get you far on this expedition. Head to the third station. Walk straight and then turn right, you will see the sign." 

Lucavion inclined his head at Edran's directions, but the faintest furrow creased his brow. His sharp memory immediately recalled the path the blonde girl and her companion had taken earlier. 

They turned left, he thought, the detail standing out like a ripple in still water. 

For a moment, his mind turned the observation over, questioning its significance. Edran had directed him to the third station—straight ahead and to the right. Yet the pair from earlier had clearly gone left. Was it a coincidence? Or had they been assigned to a different group entirely? 

Lucavion kept his expression neutral, offering a faint smirk as he responded. "Understood, Captain. I'll head there right away." 

Edran gave a curt nod, his focus already shifting back to the papers on his desk.