Vaughn read the note. The more he read, the more he disliked the sender. It did not come from Redivo.
[Young Madam,
I am Duke Gordon Milford, and I admit that you fascinated me earlier when I saw you across the street and handled those thugs. I don't believe that the man beside you earlier was your husband – forgive me for being straightforward.
I can tell that you are ordinary travelers. Merchants, perhaps? If you are interested to do business in Solaria, you may want to meet me at Magasiner Au Coin Dela Rue. Just ask the receptionist, and I will know that it's you.
I am looking forward to our meeting.
Sincerely,
Duke Gordon Milford]
Vaughn crumpled the note and wanted to burn it with his eyes. He heard the name before but couldn't remember the face. His little devil inadvertently attracted a pest that should be exterminated at all costs.
