"So where are we goin'? This isn't the way to the palace," Skye questioned as they trotted along on Thoth.
Tidas had used his magic to run to the tavern as soon as his preliminary investigation into the magistrate had hit a stopping point for the night. Most of Alcon was sleeping, and there wasn't anything more he could do until the normal hours of the day. As they trotted down the street, Tidas' mind kept going back to his oldest brother.
Marco was exceptionally gifted when it came to mathematics of almost any kind. He studied ancient tomes pertaining to it constantly in his free time. Ones that even experts could barely understand. Tidas had always been impressed with his oldest brother's capabilities, but his lack of compassion and empathy made him ruthless with his calculations. A personality trait that made Tidas worry for the people of Alcon's future..
"Out yer head, love.. Yer place is here, with me.."
