The Devil's Hour

In the heart of a city blanketed in thick night fog.

Renzo came through the darkness and greeted him casually.

“Tarmin, where are you going at this hour?”

Only then did Tarmin turn around for the first time since leaving the house and look at the dark surroundings.

He could see an alley in the northeastern part of Quaalid and realized he had walked quite a long way from home in the opposite direction.

He turned around and tried to think of something to say, but no suitable excuse came to mind, so he looked at Renzo in confusion.

He couldn't say he'd rushed out blindly, swept up in a vague anger.

But would it really be strange to say he'd gone out to look for Sigona in the middle of this dark night?

As he endured the awkward silence settling between them, Renzo suddenly spoke again without waiting for an answer.

“And the young lady?”...