"I'm glad to hear that… Is there something else I should be aware of?"
"Not at all. Please, excuse me."
As Lizbeth jumped away with the wind, Tranton laughed and grinned. "So, what did your favorite aunt say? Did she warn you of the two dark horses?"
"Dad… We're not helping your bets," Trantor sighed with a teasing smile.
While Trantor and Freele said nothing, the patriarch was able to read Freele's expression. It was riddled with disbelief, exactly how she would react if Lizbeth's warning was far beyond expectations.
"Worried for the next match?" Tranton asked.
"No… Just getting used to being a semifinalist I guess. I never pictured that happening without Trantor or Trenk in the final four…"
