Walking back to his mansion, Daneel had a very sad expression on his face.
If Stefan and Jaggrv could see him now, they would have thought that he had failed in his mission of obtaining the support of one of the top assassins.
However, if they knew that he was sad despite succeeding at his task, they would have been dumbfounded.
Reaching the mansion, he entered and went to his room before taking out one of the wine bottles that were still remaining after the drinking session with Skkrag.
Pouring himself a cup, he downed it in a second and poured one more.
As the spicy liquid went down his throat, the burning sensation that it left felt good, distracting him from his thoughts.
Never could he have imagined that the most reliable and steadfast commander of Lanthanor had such a tragic past.
